Deep in my heart lies a lake
hidden in the shade of trees.
Soft shadows line its wavy surface
when the wind tries to steal millions of words
in the branches.
They sat like birds, hand to hand
like night birds in their nests.
They keep warm and protect each other from the cold.
When one of them wakes up startled
from bad dreams
he looks down
and there, on the surface of the dark lake
in the undulating landscape of water dreams
the messages of millions of stars shine
caught in the branches.
They are like night birds in their nests.
When one of them wakes up startled
the other wraps him in his wings
and in a warm blanket of hope.
Somewhere above the wavy surface
a few stars flew by,
who whisper to them:
Good night love,
good night.
Good night love
© Copyright: Ленка Кроупова, 2022
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