Fly away, fly as far as you can.
I never know where you'll land.
When you'll return, I'll be tired again.
Goodbye my Brother, goodbye my Friend.
Fly away, fly, find a happier place.
Don't look back, I'm not planning to chase.
Protect your love in any case.
You know, the life is a rusty race.
Maybe someday you'll visit your town.
Do I have ocean eyes, heart filled with sand?
It's all from me, now send in the clown.
Goodbye my Brother, goodbye my Friend.
Dedicated to my Brother Alex.
08.01.20 ©Стася
(Максим Стаськів)
(Maksym Staskiv)
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=865783
Рубрика: Лирика
дата надходження 23.02.2020
автор: Моряк