As well as the violet sunrise,
Amethyst comes along
Like a quiet song,
Like restless light.
We talk to each other
While we fall from the sky,
Going deeper into the finest veil
Of the eternal celestial sphere.
Like a stone,
Like moonlight,
I fall for you
And rise higher.
After a poem by Artyom Hvorostyanoy
(c) Maryna Tchianova
From the point of view of a stone A. Hvorostyanoy
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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