This is what happened five minutes after turning off the computer ...
Where dawns touch the fields,
Where birds sing at dawn,
Sumy region — is a poem that came alive in the heart,
Like a prayer, like a memory, like a quiet impulse.
There the forests rustle like old voices,
That whisper legends through wind and time.
There are deep lakes, like the eyes of the earth,
And roads that lead to childhood in the mist.
There are grandmothers in the garden, with towels in their hands,
And cherries that drip sunlight in their mouths.
There are houses, like pages of forgotten fairy tales,
And each threshold — like a soul's talisman.
There the war did not break either songs or words,
For the Sumy region — is a poem that came alive in the heart.
There the people, like roots, are deep and strong,
And love for the land — like a heavenly law.
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