Dawn Meeting..
The morning unfolded slowly, like a page of an old manuscript. The air was fresh, and the light was soft, golden, like a memory of something good. The sun already reigned over the horizon, spreading warmth across the earth, but the sky still retained shades of night — gray-blue, calm, like the silence before thought.
In the southwest hung the moon. Large, almost round, it glowed with a grayish-white light, like a memory that does not want to fade away. Its presence did not contradict the sun — on the contrary, they coexisted, like two poles of one existence. This moment was brief but profound. It required no explanations. It simply was...
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The day steps softly,
The sun — like gold in the bowl of the heavens,
And the moon, like a memory of the night path,
Grayish-white, like silence without borders...
They do not argue — they simply exist,
Like two sides of one soul.
Light and shadow, warmth and contemplation,
Met for a moment — and parted in silence.
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Here is such a picture, friends...
