Let's Fly
Let's play red cherries
on the limb
of the song,
or the stags in the spring;
let's play fruit burning
in the arms of the summer,
dreams traveling
on a cloud.
Let's play the sea,
the seagulls under the blue abyss;
let's play the wheat
when the winds caress our happy field.
Let's fly,
let's play the ephemeral flowers;
let's play the sun,
the barefoot stars
who run
all over town.
Ungureanu Alexandru Georgian, clasa a VI-a
