The swirl of heaven’s veil called me,
And drew my eyes to what I see –
A hue of endless, vast unknown,
That shows my path, my fate, my own.
Rain played its melodies so clear,
Its drops on rooftops, strong and near.
It never stopped, it never disappeared,
Though night grew darker, still held dear.
And in the puddles I could find
Not sorrow – stars, brighter than a dream.
The sky opened up, so wide, so kind,
Where peace and calm forever stream.
Saint Petersburg, 2020
Photo from the author’s archive.
Russia, 2015.
The swirl of heaven s veil
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