Once I have got the item of faith,
The world wasn't covered by the brightness.
I know miracles belong to the people,
And I see the darkness of your hands.
Once I get stories because I believe
in you and yours, probably understand.
The first thing will turn on my dreams,
I will dance with you and yours again.
Once I shall see the shine of your wings,
Nothing more is impressive and precise.
I know miracles belong to the people,
And my dreams are all very different.
Inspired by http://stihi.ru/2023/01/15/8442
Run out of words
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