In Starobelsk, the heart's embrace,
Where memories linger, time won’t erase.
Beneath the oaks, where laughter rings,
My spirit soars on gentle wings.
A tapestry of dreams unfolds,
In cobblestone paths and stories told.
With every sunset, in hues of gold,
I yearn for the warmth of lives retold.
In whispered winds, I hear the call,
To return to the place that holds it all.
One day, I’ll walk those streets once more,
And find my heart on that cherished shore.
Starobelsk
© Copyright: Марианна Флетчер, 2025
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