пятница, 25 июня 2010 г.

ONCE I WAS....

Once I was a bird.
Once I was a flower.
Once I was a star.
Once I knew my powers.
Then I broke my wings.
I couldn’t touch the colours.
I hopefully looked for dawn.
Got lost among good manners.
Shadows, walls , quick words ,
I let them show their wishes.
My will wanted to know
How far their restraint reaches.
Now I feel the air.
Now I smell the freedom.
My feelings head for light.
I start to see the wisdom.
The Earth gives me a smile.
Its blue is full of pleasures.
The sky reminds me :You can fly!
I’m grateful for their treasures.:)

Autor: Iglika Bachvarova

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пятница, 25 июня 2010 г.

ONCE I WAS....

Once I was a bird.
Once I was a flower.
Once I was a star.
Once I knew my powers.
Then I broke my wings.
I couldn’t touch the colours.
I hopefully looked for dawn.
Got lost among good manners.
Shadows, walls , quick words ,
I let them show their wishes.
My will wanted to know
How far their restraint reaches.
Now I feel the air.
Now I smell the freedom.
My feelings head for light.
I start to see the wisdom.
The Earth gives me a smile.
Its blue is full of pleasures.
The sky reminds me :You can fly!
I’m grateful for their treasures.:)

Autor: Iglika Bachvarova

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