Based on the poem
«Свет мгновений»
I have made a translation.
We trust ourselves, as we trust our own will,
But hush... Just slow your steady, measured stride.
You step back home, where thoughts become so still,
And in your loved ones' circle, shadows hide.
The warmth of kindred palms will wrap you tight,
You build a quiet, truly safe retreat.
We've become part of these rooms filled with light,
True to ourselves, our inner flame to keep.
It gently flows from simple, passing things,
Giving us joy right here, right now, today.
From secret, cherished, breath-like whisperings
I walk more fast, and carry light my way.
Though fiery speeches warm our souls with grace,
I'll keep my deepest dream held in my heart.
And if the world demands a hurried pace,
I walk to find my meaning, line of art.
16.02.26
The Light of Moments
© Copyright: Наталья Чернова-Тихосвет, 2026
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