At the speed of sound
I cross the sky
With nothing to stop me.
I am the road
And the light
Above it.
Crossing borders
I forget what I am.
Each country
Leaves a trace on me,
Invites to play a game.
Among languages
I find true and false friends,
And my chariot moves
Through the whole planet.
On the road
I dream and win,
And the road
Glorifies
My inner vision.
The Chariot
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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