I'm not asking for anything
I silently listen to the sound of the surf
The rustling of leaves, the whisper of the wind, and the sounds of birds
Circles are spreading
From a stone thrown into the water
And there's a smoldering ember in the tube
The roots of trees stick out of the ground
And their branches stretch high into the sky
The gaze sinks into the water surface
And the hair is woven like twigs
And the wind whispers to me the secrets of the universe
The whisper of the wind
© Copyright: Александр Алексеевич Федоров, 2026
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