Follow your heart
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Who are you, keeper of shadow and stone?
What stories linger, what deeds atone?
Your storms have sculpted iron and gold,
Your nights a canvas, a tale untold.
V.
In you, I was born; in you, I found myself.
What do I see in you, my beloved Petersburg?
The dream of my youth, a distant mirth.
Your spires rise where shadows merge,
Your alleys weave through time and earth.
Your courtyards cradle whispers of rain,
Where love and loss leave their fleeting stain.
The sigh of trees in gardens bare,
The cries of gulls fill the frozen air.
Through the mist of your ancient ways,
I walk in silence, lost in a daze.
Your bridges arch like endless dreams,
Your rivers hum with eternal streams.
What secrets sleep in your stone embrace?
What truths lie buried in your grace?
I see the years, the endless fight,
To claim your fire, to hold your light.
You are the prism of my soul’s despair,
A city of beauty beyond compare.
Forever will your spirit endure,
My Petersburg, both fierce and pure.
VI.
What do I behold in you, my dearest Petersburg?
In you, I was born and swiftly raised.
Through phantom doors, I love you still,
As I see the glow from your cathedral spires.
In you lies my dream, concealed for years,
In you, my spirit of love, and the sorrow it bears.
Now, for all eternity, I glimpse your facets,
As you open doors I once believed sealed.
What whispers in the hush of your courtyard wells?
What lingers in the rustling leaves of your gardens,
Or the droplets clinging to the rain-drenched panes?
A tear has hidden itself in your tranquil waters,
And no stranger dared disturb the cry of gulls.
In a feverish trance, I refused to close my eyes,
Staring at your bridges and lanterns, silent until dawn.
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