Too many secrets in your eyes,
Too much silence between us.
You break free
From the tangible world,
You touch upon
The beat of the future.
How will I recognize you
Years after?
When the war is over,
We will meet
In a shining palace
Full of books.
The living and the dead
Will share their voices
On an endless road
Towards the sunrise.
At the speed of light
You follow my soul
Above quaint places,
Above green fields.
Our flight
Through the maze of time
Is a story
Of the truth that we create.
A maze of time
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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