The silence plays with us,
As if we were alone
In worlds so dangerous,
We're part of waves and stones.
You whisper late at night
How long you have been,
Reality's so bright,
It's made of solemn scenes.
We dance before we're lost
In cities carved from grief,
And our feathers toss
The lightness of beliefs.
Silence plays with us
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
Свидетельство о публикации №122032104670
Свидетельство о публикации №122032104670
Рецензии
