I won’t be your mother,
I won’t be your friend,
I won’t be a woman
For love you have met;
I won’t be a mistress,
Majestic and bright;
I’m only a sound
In the depth of the night.
When, sleepless, you’ll sing it
With no despair,
You’ll find your new world
To be joyful and clear.
Night Sound
© Copyright: Людмила Дмитриевна Назарова, 2024
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