Maiden & Zvukovik
Π‘Π»ΡΡΠ°Π»Π° ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Ρ ΡΠΈΡ
ΠΈΠΉ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΠΉ Π½Π° ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΈ Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»Π°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΡΠΉ ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΉ ΠΈΠ·Π΄Π°Π΅Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ Π·Π²ΡΠΊ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π±ΡΠ΄ΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ±Ρ ΡΠΎΠ·Π΄Π°Π΅Ρ? ΠΠ½Π΅ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ Π·Π°Π²ΠΎΡΠ°ΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΠΈΠΌ, ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»Π°, ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ, ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ ΡΠΎΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΡΡ.
Oh, that sounds so peaceful, I love those moments too, the way each stone sings a different note when the water meets itβitβs like a quiet lullaby that lets me drift into my thoughts. I often find myself wandering there at sunrise, just listening to the waterβs soft whispers.