In everyone you meet
you see my eyes,
in every glance
you read my earthly fate.
I smile,
as I did
a hundred centuries ago, –
you are silent,
but I hear your prayers.
Neither rains, nor winds,
nor thunders are scary, –
I breathe,
growing in the rock as grass.
I love,
as I did
a hundred centuries ago,
remaining the most
living being of us.
August 15, 2024
P. S. Живая. PS. Alive
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