The park is still, the air is tense,
A scene that defies all common sense.
She holds the king with a gentle hand,
The softest touch in all the land.
Behind them, chaos, fear, and cries,
And barrels aimed with steady eyes.
But in this hug, the world stands still—
A quiet heart, a peaceful will.
While others see a beast to fear,
She only feels a friend is near.
Still
© Copyright: Валерий Нестеров 2, 2026
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