Flying poem
Thicket of green grass,
Dragons-fly are flying to
an island of flowers.
I am lying on the earth,
a blade of grass in my hand.
The clouds are above me.
Clouds are so free.
They are flying above a blue forest.
What is a wonderful space.
What calm.
Have a look at my country
which has not army and borders now.
I close my eyes. I can see the darkness.
I open my eyes. And I am feeling that
I am in my sky where clouds and birds only are.
Bumblebees are among green grass.
They remind me of little lions and little tigers.
They are going to fly in my country too.
I would like to fly.
I will have not any trouble.
I could bum like a bumblebee.
I think that everyone can fly who wants to fly.
It doesn't matter
if they have not done a lot of deeds.
For example, not learning their lessons.
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