The moment seems to flow like a molten sapphire

The moment seems to flow like a molten sapphire
and there's deep blue silence,
Neither there is earth below,
nor sky above,
The rustling branches,
leaves are saying that only you are here,
Only me,
my breath and my heartbeat,
Such deepness, such loneliness and me…
only me,
It all makes me believe in my existence.

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