by Polina Shumanova
Smell the gentle breath of morning
Let the sun caress your cheeks
Paint new day and eagle soaring
Paint that which sets you free
In the field of yellow tulips
Running carelessly through
I belong to no one truly
Here to sing, not here to do
Feet are lifted off the ground
Arms are outstretched in flight
All around me not a sound
Just my essence glowing bright
I feel free without a reason
I am here and I’m free
In the field of yellow tulips
Far from flowers,
Close to me.