Counting sounds around,
Fingering strings of the Earth,
I forgot of the bounds
Between our worlds.
Transparency was so sudden
Like a huge ocean wave.
Whispers of my naked garden
Flooded this galactic cave.
Songs were in every movement -
Beats of the opening heart
Made the universe - human,
Made me - being its part.
Counting sounds around...
© Copyright: Александр Калинкин, 2016
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