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Слушать(AI)A constellation
A constellation of our dreams
Is made of celestial darkness and dust,
Shine and fire of distant stars,
Sacred geometry of long sleepless nights,
Harmony of falling asteroids.
Each thing in its place,
And I belong in your arms
And in your heart.
Марина
My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings.
It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin
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