A silver thunder-bird’s long fly –
Why did it happen, tell me why?
And ocean drops come to the sky,
And skies are thirsty more than I.
I’ll turn it back to stay alone
Without losing what I’ve got,
Without a feeling, I am gone,
But with a songful painless thought:
I’ll think of you in clouds of love,
Living your hours high above.
Nine Hours of Flight
© Copyright: Людмила Дмитриевна Назарова, 2025
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