You dance in a dress of stars,
Leaves quietly rustle around.
By the Silver Moon,
They speak to us of love.
The shadow of trees spins with the wind,
In the whirl of wonderful colors, the night.
Like a gentle message,
The light of the Moon takes it away.
A wave of the hand — and the stars fade,
Their light is embodied in the dress.
Each step sounds like a whisper,
The heart is lit by it.
You dance — the world is still,
Moonlight frozen in your eyes.
And in the embrace of silence,
All my dreams are alive.
You dance
© Copyright: Виктор Филиппов, 2024
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