You were a child without wings,
With eyes full of silence,
And the world, like stone, again and again
Did not hear your question.
You lifted your gaze upward \u2013
Not in search and not in supplication,
But as if the sky were already
A friend to your soul.
Summer rustled in the grass,
Days played in your palms.
And in your chest, something incomprehensible \u2013
Like the echo of a distance.
You still didn\u2019t know my name,
But I was already familiar to you.
In your gaze \u2013 a flash, like a memory
That had not yet been seen.
When you stared for a long, long time,
Still asking for nothing at all \u2013
I lost my shadow in the clouds,
And for the first time\u2026 I felt you.
Not as someone who would one day arrive,
But as the one your heart already carries.
Not as a voice that would call a name,
But as the silence that already knows everything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You were a child without wings,With eyes full of silence,And the world, like stone, again and againDid not hear your question. You lifted your gaze upward \u2013Not in search and not in supplication,But as if the sky were alreadyA friend to your soul. Summer rustled in the grass,Days played in your palms.And in your chest, […]<\/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":[120,112],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4646","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-memory","tag-presence"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n