I am back to the calming dawn.
Not a soul knows my ancient name.
Like a star, like a forlorn swan
I will crash to the land in flame.
Snowy hills rise above my waist
Far away from the burning south.
Sweet forgiveness, metallic taste
Flow like rivers inside my mouth.
Time is buried under a tree
In the depths of the endless maze.
God of tenderness, turn to me.
Maybe now I'll be worth your gaze.
So ephemeral. My soft pulse
Merges with a pink cosmic line.
Sudden laughter. And you repulse
My pure essence and break my shrine.
Oh, to be loved by everyone but you.
Oh, to be loved by no one but you.
Symphony of Stillness
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2023
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