Where do you fly, my dear?
Take me away from here -
From sadness, rumours and pain
To never be felt again.
How far have you been for so long?
I devote to you
Some of my songs,
Under the toxic rain
I never used to complain.
For healing my wounds
I should fly with you,
To get some rest.
To have a view
Of the world
And its history
After the epic victory.
Home is where the heart is.
My body's been lifeless for so long
Between incarnations
To the rhythm of cosmic songs.
You don't sing at all
But you could be my wonderwall.
On a falcon s wings
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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