Stars keep falling
Fron the highest peaks of the Solar System,
They keep crossing the night sky
With light touches of celestial fire.
They keep snogging
With asteroids and orbits,
They perform a dance
Of eternity.
Stars keep whispering
For those who can and wish to hear them
About aeons
Of solitude
And mysterious bliss.
Stars in our hearts –
One more sign of our cosmic identity,
We are myriads miles from them
And sometimes we have the same rhythm –
A rhythm of creativity.
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Марина Чиянова
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