Victor Bolshov

Bird

In the endless sky, so high,

Bird is flying nowhere, nowhy,

Let me watch your way

As you go away

Astray.

 

Lost your path,

Hold your breath,

As you wind,

You will find

Your place...

 

She will turn to me, knowing,

Feather falling from her wing,

If she could\'ve smiled,

She would - like a child

Gone wild:

 

Cold rain drop

From atop,

Up she leads,

Never needs

To stop.