Each face carries a star,
each voice weaves its own calling.
Differences do not separate us,
but give us wings to look into the distance.
Our steps intertwine upon the earth,
hands meet without fear.
Gentle peace grows like a quiet river,
cleansing the stones of hatred beneath the surface.
The colors of the world spread together,
each flower speaks a different language.
Harmony does not demand submission,
but understanding and courage in every step.
Each heart brings peace,
each thought becomes light.
Diversity is the source of strength,
and love flows without fear, without guilt.
09.11.2025
Andrei GUȚU
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
Each face carries a star,
each voice weaves its own calling.
Differences do not separate us,
but give us wings to look into the distance.
Our steps intertwine upon the earth,
hands meet without fear.
Gentle peace grows like a quiet river,
cleansing the stones of hatred beneath the surface.
The colors of the world spread together,
each flower speaks a different language.
Harmony does not demand submission,
but understanding and courage in every step.
Each heart brings peace,
each thought becomes light.
Diversity is the source of strength,
and love flows without fear, without guilt.
09.11.2025
Andrei GUȚU
The poem was originally written in Romanian and later translated into English.
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