I will stand in the golden field
Watching stars on the lambent blade.
Nyx is holding her argent shield.
Sands of time, as wan faces, fade.
Waves of seas form eternal threads.
They were born from the azure glass.
A reflection above our heads
Catches statues of Gods in brass.
When all tears of my restless space
Leave these ruby, exhausted eyes,
I remain with a pearly trace
In a void of immortal skies.
Golden field
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2021
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