Four Broken Walls - Poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya
The bird is in the sky.
Its ebony black feathers contrast against the aquamarine background.
It knows not a cage or a shelter of four concrete walls,
its home is the entire world.
I raise my hand to the sun,
and can almost enclose the bird with my whole hand.
We are one;
both servants of the Great Jehovah God.
We are one flesh,
I can squint and see myself in the sky.
I fly free.
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