Your face
Looks like an ancient castle,
And your pulse is unstoppable.
The more attention
You pay to the furthest dimensions,
The more dignified I feel
In this mystery that is real.
Your heart
Is the highest peak in the world,
Apart from each other we do what we can,
Your wings
Are made of the thinnest gold,
Your mind
Has all keys to the highest planes.
Providence
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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