To Zarja
Wherever you go, I will follow
through groves, where cypresses huddle like shy brown ... [+]
Wherever you go, I will follow
through groves, where cypresses huddle like shy brown ... [+]
looking through golden lashes
dazzled by the sun,
birds in flight
light flashing
off of white wings,
everything dancing
to the rhythmic strumming
of invisible strings
dazzled by the sun,
birds in flight
light flashing
off of white wings,
everything dancing
to the rhythmic strumming
of invisible strings
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