Lean close thy cheek to silence’s soft hand,
Where every breath is mystery and art.
Within this rhythm, by a shared command,
Our souls unite and never more shall part.
I’ll pass my hand across thy silken hair,
To brush away the shadows of the day;
Thy light hath entered in my quiet lair,
Like crystal vows that never fade away.
And thou shalt answer like a morning beam,
The dawn that in my weary eyes shall burn.
Within this hush, we dwell as in a dream,
While echoes of our love to heaven turn.
In the Palm of Silence
© Copyright: Романович Вероника, 2026
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