Before the night of Yule
There's a certain moment
When silence rings in the air,
When the roads are dark and empty
And the magical atmosphere is full of sweet or gruesome memories.
I stroll the city
With admiration and sadness in my mind,
Recalling melancholically all the friends who have left me,
Hoping to make new ones.
The air is clean,
The silence is so overwhelming
I can hear the symphony of the past
In my own pulse.
Before the night of Yule
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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