Poem By Igor Balatsky

In my transparent dreams
it doesn't cost me anything
to turn to dirigible out of flute
and backward, or, for instance
become a tiny seed of a dandelion
with fluffy white umbrella on my head
and fly away to Fiji...
But the most exciting thing for me is
to become irrepressible wind:
it flies anywhere it wants
because it possesses freedom.
So I often turn into the wind
in my transparent dreams.

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