Somewhere, where the Universe bends like a swan\u2019s neck,
And the stars forget to shine,
There swims a Whale.
Old as the world\u2019s first question,
A giant that never sleeps.
On his back \u2013 a city \u2013 a petal of time.
There, houses grow like crystals made of thoughts,
And the roads are a weave of melodies and dreams.
The light there is soft, like a mother\u2019s whisper \u2013
It does not shine; it embraces.
The trees are made of sand that remembers the waves,
And their roots are made of the voices of forgotten songs.
The inhabitants of this city have no bodies \u2013
They are emotions that have learned to walk.
You might meet Joy on a lamppost,
Or Sorrow, sketching a new constellation.
Once every hundred thousand sighs, the city tilts.
And someone falls into the world of dreams, while someone else \u2013 awakens.
That is how poets are born.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Somewhere, where the Universe bends like a swan\u2019s neck,And the stars forget to shine,There swims a Whale.Old as the world\u2019s first question,A giant that never sleeps. On his back \u2013 a city \u2013 a petal of time.There, houses grow like crystals made of thoughts,And the roads are a weave of melodies and dreams.The light there […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[124,112],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4486","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-dream","tag-presence"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n