From troubles, business, hurricanes
From news and from adversities
I'm leaving early in the morning
As plane to haven leaves
Spreading my wings towards the peaks
Through clouds, through the light of dawn
To see the giants without wings
Which people haven't found long
For a brief moment, through the crack
In universe – the sons of Earth
Are seen as white spot on the black
And heart is feeling with the mirth
It’s drop in ocean, minor twist
But fills me fully with a warmth
And in a sweet and blissful mist
From skies go down to the earth...
Where curled up comfortably again
The couch will hold me close and tight
TV keeps babbling calming brains
And only coffee’s on my mind
Flying in dreams and in reality
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