I look for the deepest river
To find its language and hear it.
I see no one around me,
The summer's end is near.
I look for the highest mountain,
Its breath is so fresh and icy,
I watch the flowers, they open
And invite swarms of bees.
I look for you eyes,
As far as the other galaxy,
They invite me to dance with the celestial rhythm,
And my mighty soul feels carried away
By your look.
You see me
And add one more species into the classification,
But magic and science are so close
As our heartbeats -
Strong yet vulnerable.
A witch and a starfall
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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