Softly falls the silver rain,
Through the moss and clover lane.
Fairy songs drift through the air,
Glowing lights are everywhere.
All is still, the stars arise,
Shimmering in silent skies.
In this garden, time is slow,
Dreams take root and gently grow.
Tiny wings in golden light,
Twisting leaves in sacred flight.
Magic hums beneath the ground,
In the fey where peace is found.
All is still, the stars arise,
Shimmering in silent skies.
In this garden, time is slow,
Dreams take root and gently grow.
Nothing here will ever end —
Moonlight sings to foe and friend.
We will rest where blossoms keep,
In the garden where dreams sleep.
Garden where dreams sleep
© Copyright: Всеволод Дмитриевич Анисимов, 2025
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