Let it be,
I’m free.
No weight to carry, no story to tell,
Just the quiet hum of a rolling bell.
Let it drift,
Let it shift -
The wind doesn’t ask what my soul means,
It just brushes past and brings the peace.
Let days just come and go like the tide,
Let me stand here and not have to hide.
Not a hero, just a blade of grass,
Holding still while the universe passes.
Let it be
© Copyright: Серафим Алексеевич Евдокименков, 2026
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