Made of white and pink,
They have a crystal link
To the past of the town.
So refined and renowned,
They look like mysterious cakes,
And I do whatever it takes
To decipher them
And accept
A new reality
Of beauty and consciousness
In the age of abnormality.
Each balcony has a story to tell,
Each door is as fresh
As the bluest wells.
Buildings of romance
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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