I search among the “leaves” to see which is mine… the solid gold I clothed in the color of the dawn.
The wind took him and lifted him up
not to sink into the water and not to find the soil
I wonder how they knew he was traveling high
let it be haunted by dreams of golden kisses and caresses
a witch used to bind spells and send them to the stars
and a beautiful fairy adorned her hair…
Image by Katerina Plotnikova Photography
