Life is precious, precious are the years,
Precious is the music, precious is the water clear.
Precious are the colours in the blue sea near,
Precious are the stars in night’s soft sphere.
LOVE is precious when we choose to take,
LOVE is precious when we choose to give.
And the heart holds no price we can make
When we’re grateful, loving, truly live.
Eyes that know no pain or longing deep
Cannot speak of love to those who weep.
Only eyes that hope without a word
Where peace resides and LOVE is heard.
2018, St. Petersburg
Photo from the author’s archive.
Saint Petersburg, 2018.
Life, precious are the years
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