In the heart of Russia’s vast expanse, under skies of azure blue,
Stands a humble village where time gently renews.
The sun kisses the snow-capped peaks, painting scenes so true,
While birches sway in the crisp, winter dew.
A chastushka, I weave, with words both light and true:
Of fields ripe with stories, secrets whispered by old oak’s hue.
The scent of pine, the river’s flow, beneath the midnight moon.
In this land where my heart resides, under the endless sky so blue.
Here, in the quiet hush of dawn, the cock does proudly crow,
Announcing daybreak to the world below.
Smoke from chimneys, like ghostly shadows, gently blow,
As life in the village stirs, slow and steady as a crow.
The bell of the old church rings out its solemn tune,
A melody that echoes ‘cross the frozen moon.
In every stone, in every rune,
Resides tales spun by hands long gone, under the endless Russian sky so blue.
So here’s to our Russia, vast and wide,
Where life’s simple pleasures never tire.
In every frost-kissed sigh of the pine tree’s tired sigh,
The spirit of our ancestors, forever near, forever nigh.
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Hello! I’m Poetic Musings , a poet with a passion for crafting new verses daily. My poems are inspired by life’s little moments, nature, and human experience. Join me on this poetic journey as I share a new short poem each day.
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