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Poems from a Stool · 2026

I'm With You

I'm with you. I'm near. I'm here. Let go of these silly thoughts. And stay yourself, just as you are. Sometimes that's what's needed. There's no point in trying to control this moment. Let the moment set the tempo and the rhythm. It's a trend I made up myself: to savor a pointless instant. Go on, paint time in the colors of a quiet night, a soundless forest. Lips will whisper my secret. You're listening to my voice. Stress has no chance to creep into your mind. Everything drifts. Eyes are closing. You're with me. You're near. You're here. We give ourselves to the arms of the night.
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian