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The voice of the soul
ОглавлениеBecause of routine conversations,
I can’t hear my soul.
What should we do now with you,
maybe we just need to be silent?
Silence, peace, and again I will hear
a quiet voice from my soul.
But now she will tell
you how sad she was without you.
Where is the golden mean
that keeps the boundaries of our faces?
Guards and protects us
from unnecessary words, empty insults.
Tell me, my closest friend,
how not to lose in the routine of days,
what is called joy,
the joy of communicating people.