In cosmic streams our spirits meet,
Where silence sings, so pure, discreet.
No pride of names, no worldly ties,
Just tender light in dream-filled skies.
Through secret paths where souls belong,
We weave soft fire, a gentle song.
Not pleasures’ weight, nor fleeting flame,
But quiet glow without a name.
17 августа.2025
Where silence sings
© Copyright: Марина Обрайен, 2025
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