Above the rubies
I value privacy
Of my astral flights
That I do not aim to choose.
Above the sky
We can find one more layer
Of cold and high spheres
In which only the silence
Has a meaning.
Above peace and calm
Which are hard enough to find
There is a black cosmic veil
Of emptiness,
And your voice flows
Above the whole galaxy
Like a tune of boundless
Freedom.
© Марина Чиянова
Above our rivers
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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