Your eyes
Keep travelling,
Keep looking
For the Northern star,
For new species of flowers
And new climatic disasters,
But when you're far away,
My soul accompanies you
On each corner of every road.
Birds celebrate summer,
Stars fall from the sky,
We drift away from the routine,
I see us crossing the river
In my dreams.
In my dreams
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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