This poem is not completely mine. One my friend Evgenia Tsvyatko gave me the outline of her poem written in Russian and the picture which has inspired her (you can see it below). She asked me if I can write an English version. I've finished it just yesterday. And here is the result.

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I wish you to fly with me on my wings
But apple blossoms compose my plumage
Too weak, they could raise only your image
I spread them nowhere but in my dreams

It’s true when I say I resemble a bird
The genuine bird, I can sing so sweetly
But you never hear my jovial twitter
My voice uses to sound just in my head

Oh, please let the wind blow extremely strong
To tear my petals away forever
To make me alive
And to take us together
Away from the tree
On the wings of my song


July'2013

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