Through the firmament of heavenly shores,
I slowly make my way through the sky,
Flying to where the sands ripple,
On the golden shoreline, they play.
The sounds in the heights never fade,
Searing my heart with a spark.
Piercing the cloudless heights,
I fly—wanting to remain there.
And yet I know that it will be better afterward.
I will feel peace in my soul.
Swiftly piercing the vaults of heaven,
My ship soars toward the gentle surf.
Springtime and the sun shines brightly,
So bright that I can't even open my eyes!
At the top, I gently cut through the sky,
I keep dreaming of opening my heart to the wind!
And yet I know that it will be better afterward.
I will feel peace in my soul.
Swiftly piercing the vaults of the sky,
My ship soars toward the gentle surf.
In the clouds
© Copyright: Екатерина Садомова, 2026
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