to Ch.D.V.
Upon the shore where whispers live,
Your music spins a twilight grace,
All people seem to be naive,
As in the waves they find their place.
A symphony of laughter plays,
As children craft with clumsy hands,
Their castles in scorching blaze,
Each tower - part of dreamlike lands.
The sun dips low, the colors blend,
A canvas stretched from dusk to dawn,
Where echoes of this moment bend
The fleeting hour – swiftly gone.
So let the waves, like memories, crash,
And let the night with hopes ignite,
In twilight's glow, where spirits flash,
Your music brings delight.
summer of 2019
Sands of Sound
© Copyright: Нина Вольга, 2025
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