The stars fall
From the sky,
Their names are dissolved in the air,
They are wonderfully clear,
The sky is cold and sincere,
In every hemisphere
There is a symbol of freedom,
In every ethereal moment
I look for a new capacity,
In every mysterious calling
There's a fit of electricity.
A wonderful starfall
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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