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For a moment, stepping away from the charts of numbers,
Look out the window!.. maybe a bright star is smiling at you.
Star and the Wanderer
She lived on a cold height—
Between ice and light, in silence between planets,
Yet saw through space how, in flames,
The wanderer and poet sought his path...
He walked through the snow, weary and alone,
Not knowing that above, through the fog,
She whispered— to starry winds—
That he should not fall!.. into the dark ocean.
And a miracle happened: the star and the bright one
Descended to Earth, like spring,
Touched the heart, a living spark..!
Now she is your light in the window,
Whispering: "You are not alone in your dreams,
I will always be by your side."
Well, now on to the agreements...
$BTC $BNB $SOL
Look out the window!.. maybe a bright star is smiling at you.
Star and the Wanderer
She lived on a cold height—
Between ice and light, in silence between planets,
Yet saw through space how, in flames,
The wanderer and poet sought his path...
He walked through the snow, weary and alone,
Not knowing that above, through the fog,
She whispered— to starry winds—
That he should not fall!.. into the dark ocean.
And a miracle happened: the star and the bright one
Descended to Earth, like spring,
Touched the heart, a living spark..!
Now she is your light in the window,
Whispering: "You are not alone in your dreams,
I will always be by your side."
Well, now on to the agreements...
$BTC $BNB $SOL
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"BNB In the Labyrinths of Code and Systems"
In the labyrinths of code and systems,
where a spark weaves a hidden fire of thoughts,
she leads, through noise and smoke of problems,
to where the world is clear, like a stream.
Not the shine of metal — clarity in lines,
BNB... glowing softly on the screen,
unites time in crisis paths,
carrying a rhythm that breathes deeply.
She is like light growing in thoughts,
like dawn touching the web of signs,
like silence holding height,
like truth shining through programs.
The philosopher's stone in the code of the day —
she holds the world in balance with us.
---
$BNB
In the labyrinths of code and systems,
where a spark weaves a hidden fire of thoughts,
she leads, through noise and smoke of problems,
to where the world is clear, like a stream.
Not the shine of metal — clarity in lines,
BNB... glowing softly on the screen,
unites time in crisis paths,
carrying a rhythm that breathes deeply.
She is like light growing in thoughts,
like dawn touching the web of signs,
like silence holding height,
like truth shining through programs.
The philosopher's stone in the code of the day —
she holds the world in balance with us.
---
$BNB
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😄😄😄👍🏻
This is definitely it!
This is definitely it!
Unlike $MELANIA , the upward movement $TRUMP appears much weaker, probably due to age. When RSI is below 60, volumes are low, and MACD is entering negative territory. Something like this👇
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Sonnet, it's classic. In coins, classicism, where there is...?
About coins and charts...
---
When dawn strikes the screen with light,
And the first candle stretches upward—
I hear a pulse, like the whisper of ancient mornings,
Where every rise is faith, not conspiracy.
Coins sleep in wallets, like fruit
Ripening in silence, without worry.
And the chart is like a prophetic silhouette,
Leading me through doubts and paths.
I don't chase the gleam of gold—
The rhythm matters to me, not just numbers.
In every movement—echoes of those
Who believed in light, even amid the storm.
And though one day... everything burns to ash—
I remember: greenery has sprouted.
---
$BTC $BNB $SOL
About coins and charts...
---
When dawn strikes the screen with light,
And the first candle stretches upward—
I hear a pulse, like the whisper of ancient mornings,
Where every rise is faith, not conspiracy.
Coins sleep in wallets, like fruit
Ripening in silence, without worry.
And the chart is like a prophetic silhouette,
Leading me through doubts and paths.
I don't chase the gleam of gold—
The rhythm matters to me, not just numbers.
In every movement—echoes of those
Who believed in light, even amid the storm.
And though one day... everything burns to ash—
I remember: greenery has sprouted.
---
$BTC $BNB $SOL
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Fig, that won't sleep...
My fig woke up —
and doesn't want to sleep anymore.
It would be nice if coins were flying upwards...
I tell him:
"Winter is outside the window",
but he reaches out to me —
with his little leaves.
"Little one, you still need to sleep..."
I brought him inside.
What should I do with him?..
---
Small hands reach toward the glass,
green fingers grip the silence.
In a world where there is so little warmth,
he carefully writes his own space.
Just yesterday he was sleeping, wrapped in threads —
and now he longs for the sky and a harbor.
Delicate, gentle, sunlit leaves...
They don't know cold or evil,
for a spark of love has bloomed within them.
---
My favorite coins —
also turn green in their graphs...
$BTC $BNB $SOL
My fig woke up —
and doesn't want to sleep anymore.
It would be nice if coins were flying upwards...
I tell him:
"Winter is outside the window",
but he reaches out to me —
with his little leaves.
"Little one, you still need to sleep..."
I brought him inside.
What should I do with him?..
---
Small hands reach toward the glass,
green fingers grip the silence.
In a world where there is so little warmth,
he carefully writes his own space.
Just yesterday he was sleeping, wrapped in threads —
and now he longs for the sky and a harbor.
Delicate, gentle, sunlit leaves...
They don't know cold or evil,
for a spark of love has bloomed within them.
---
My favorite coins —
also turn green in their graphs...
$BTC $BNB $SOL
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Ballad of Hetman Ivan Sulima and the Unbreakable Spirit of Freedom.
THUNDER OVER KODAK
I. The Fortress of Slavery
On the wild cliff where the rapids roar,
Kodak rose — a stone bastion.
He could cut off the Cossack path,
Having locked the will in an iron sleep.
Foreign banners, the snarl of hostile cannons,
The Polish garrison guards the steppes...
But he did not know the mighty enemy:
Sulima is already coming — to break the chains.
I. The Fortress of Slavery
On the wild cliff where the rapids roar,
Kodak rose — a stone bastion.
He could cut off the Cossack path,
Having locked the will in an iron sleep.
Foreign banners, the snarl of hostile cannons,
The Polish garrison guards the steppes...
But he did not know the mighty enemy:
Sulima is already coming — to break the chains.
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sorry, I was writing a sonnet..
OlexndrK314159v
--
The charts have tilted... like the branches of strange grass.
Coin showers — a path of stars in the blockchain.
And outside the window... a white swarm of snowflakes,
In the chase of numbers — never losing its fire.
There, in worlds where wonder-flowers bloom...
Where every fractal is a sign of love,
We learn to live... with simple hope,
Dispelling sorrow and the night's darkness.
Let the cold and storms surround us...
We'll build our own, bright temple,
Where feelings overcome all obstacles.
For in the numbers flying like flashes,
Love is the only true measure...
That warms us in these final moments.
Coin showers — a path of stars in the blockchain.
And outside the window... a white swarm of snowflakes,
In the chase of numbers — never losing its fire.
There, in worlds where wonder-flowers bloom...
Where every fractal is a sign of love,
We learn to live... with simple hope,
Dispelling sorrow and the night's darkness.
Let the cold and storms surround us...
We'll build our own, bright temple,
Where feelings overcome all obstacles.
For in the numbers flying like flashes,
Love is the only true measure...
That warms us in these final moments.
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The charts have tilted... like the branches of strange grass.
Coin showers — a path of stars in the blockchain.
And outside the window... a white swarm of snowflakes,
In the chase of numbers — never losing its fire.
There, in worlds where wonder-flowers bloom...
Where every fractal is a sign of love,
We learn to live... with simple hope,
Dispelling sorrow and the night's darkness.
Let the cold and storms surround us...
We'll build our own, bright temple,
Where feelings overcome all obstacles.
For in the numbers flying like flashes,
Love is the only true measure...
That warms us in these final moments.
Coin showers — a path of stars in the blockchain.
And outside the window... a white swarm of snowflakes,
In the chase of numbers — never losing its fire.
There, in worlds where wonder-flowers bloom...
Where every fractal is a sign of love,
We learn to live... with simple hope,
Dispelling sorrow and the night's darkness.
Let the cold and storms surround us...
We'll build our own, bright temple,
Where feelings overcome all obstacles.
For in the numbers flying like flashes,
Love is the only true measure...
That warms us in these final moments.
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Beyond the Cold Numbers
«Today outside the window is not just snow — it's silence trying to soothe the pain. When the world around us trembles from the roar of war, it's so hard to allow yourself to think about light... about peaceful days that now seem like a fairy tale from a past life. We've all become solitary islands drifting in the sea of our own suffering, each in our own boat, each under their own sky.
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Staring at the screen — everything turns red again, as if autumn returns with its colors… This is not just a change of numbers, but the breath of living nature emerging through the pixels. And as words fill the space around, she appears in the flicker of light — the enchanting beauty of the digital age, merging the magic of ancient worlds with the warmth of an autumn altar...
Autumn altar..
Leaves fall from the trees, swirling, as if in a dance,
Hurrying into the embrace of the beloved earth.
The altar still breathes warmth in its golden haze,
And drives away gray clouds that melt into the distance.
The key of cranes breaks the silence with voices,
Leaving a memory in the sky: «Until we meet again».
This is autumn writing its final stroke on the altar,
Covering both earth and love with peace.
We too freeze — like a moment in that song,
Where every sign and word is like golden sorrow.
So that later, when days come once more in spring,
We may remember this altar and that heavenly distance...
$BNB
Autumn altar..
Leaves fall from the trees, swirling, as if in a dance,
Hurrying into the embrace of the beloved earth.
The altar still breathes warmth in its golden haze,
And drives away gray clouds that melt into the distance.
The key of cranes breaks the silence with voices,
Leaving a memory in the sky: «Until we meet again».
This is autumn writing its final stroke on the altar,
Covering both earth and love with peace.
We too freeze — like a moment in that song,
Where every sign and word is like golden sorrow.
So that later, when days come once more in spring,
We may remember this altar and that heavenly distance...
$BNB
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Dawn of life..
This is an extremely important point: a person may be in a trench, in a cold basement, or dozens of kilometers away, and the only thing that connects them is the feeling
Perhaps right now someone is whispering these words to their beloved through a cold phone screen, holding on to the connection like the last thread of life. Even in the darkest night, we are not alone, because happiness is this frozen moment we will never let go of together...
When time wrapped itself in dawn,
I prepare a cup of coffee for us...
Oh, my love! Respond, look—
Love's fluid has spread everywhere.
Yesterday, the sky was roaring outside the windows,
And the glass trembled in bitter fear,
We spent the night—under the wailing sirens,
Praying for morning and a sunny day.
And now—just a wisp above the edge of the horizon...
We are alive. We are together. We are not strangers.
May the smoke from the fires dissolve the dawn,
Just breathe in this dreamlike morning.
We have drunk this night to the very bottom,
But spring still lives in your heart.
Look how the sunlight touches the threshold—
This whole universe is protecting our life.
Drink your coffee, my love... May that despair fade,
Greet me with your gentle gaze.
For as long as we are together—we are strong, we exist,
And the sun, despite everything—rises above us.
Well, graphs later!..
$BNB $ETH
This is an extremely important point: a person may be in a trench, in a cold basement, or dozens of kilometers away, and the only thing that connects them is the feeling
Perhaps right now someone is whispering these words to their beloved through a cold phone screen, holding on to the connection like the last thread of life. Even in the darkest night, we are not alone, because happiness is this frozen moment we will never let go of together...
When time wrapped itself in dawn,
I prepare a cup of coffee for us...
Oh, my love! Respond, look—
Love's fluid has spread everywhere.
Yesterday, the sky was roaring outside the windows,
And the glass trembled in bitter fear,
We spent the night—under the wailing sirens,
Praying for morning and a sunny day.
And now—just a wisp above the edge of the horizon...
We are alive. We are together. We are not strangers.
May the smoke from the fires dissolve the dawn,
Just breathe in this dreamlike morning.
We have drunk this night to the very bottom,
But spring still lives in your heart.
Look how the sunlight touches the threshold—
This whole universe is protecting our life.
Drink your coffee, my love... May that despair fade,
Greet me with your gentle gaze.
For as long as we are together—we are strong, we exist,
And the sun, despite everything—rises above us.
Well, graphs later!..
$BNB $ETH
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and my words from this poem, they are empty...?
OlexndrK314159v
--
Bullish
Heart code..
> Even in a world of pixels and graphics, we're still waiting for a 'Hello'...
Introduction:
In an era when screens have become our windows to the world, and words are mere lines of code, we never stop searching for one another. Amid the rhythm of everyday life, among millions of messages and graphs, we yearn for something simple: warmth, understanding, a genuine connection. This poem is about the fragility and strength of emotions that still bloom even through the glass of a monitor. About love that fears no cold, and about a single word capable of becoming a home.
I gaze at the screen, the graphs...
And such words, one after another, like code...
When frost's sharp crystals
Paint foreign constellations on the window,
We build our cozy haven on earth
From feelings, hope, and trust.
You say: 'Work... Not enough time again,'
And the world rushes into the void of tasks and routine.
But isn't love hidden in motion,
That warms our hearts in the cold?
In the heart — not gardens, but depth,
Where emotions ripen like wine.
There lies a simple, otherworldly philosophy:
Only what lifts the soul truly lives.
Let the screen be the boundary between two worlds,
But through it beats a pulse and a word.
Among millions of codes, tokens, letters
Your 'Hello' — is the very foundation of life..
$BTC $BNB
> Even in a world of pixels and graphics, we're still waiting for a 'Hello'...
Introduction:
In an era when screens have become our windows to the world, and words are mere lines of code, we never stop searching for one another. Amid the rhythm of everyday life, among millions of messages and graphs, we yearn for something simple: warmth, understanding, a genuine connection. This poem is about the fragility and strength of emotions that still bloom even through the glass of a monitor. About love that fears no cold, and about a single word capable of becoming a home.
I gaze at the screen, the graphs...
And such words, one after another, like code...
When frost's sharp crystals
Paint foreign constellations on the window,
We build our cozy haven on earth
From feelings, hope, and trust.
You say: 'Work... Not enough time again,'
And the world rushes into the void of tasks and routine.
But isn't love hidden in motion,
That warms our hearts in the cold?
In the heart — not gardens, but depth,
Where emotions ripen like wine.
There lies a simple, otherworldly philosophy:
Only what lifts the soul truly lives.
Let the screen be the boundary between two worlds,
But through it beats a pulse and a word.
Among millions of codes, tokens, letters
Your 'Hello' — is the very foundation of life..
$BTC $BNB
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They tell me I'm a philosopher!
I strive for justice..
Read my old poems. You can say I'm a philosopher..?
I strive for justice..
Read my old poems. You can say I'm a philosopher..?
OlexndrK314159v
--
Bullish
Look with a smile, friend..
Two coins.
One — memory.
The other — temptation.
You don't know,
which one you're holding.
And already pressed.
Where?
Here is the moment frozen —
we strive to restore it,
to find the chain in that sense
and fix it in every 'pens'...
Stop! — says that chart to us,
not reckless, the evaluated traffic.
It's the pulse of the blockchain — in a tricky knot,
and already the imprint: soul — on the chain.
So let's not rush after profit,
in the puzzle of mistakes — with sorrow.
That price is not just in numbers,
but a moment, already frozen in thought...
where is that chart we'll show the world?
$BTC
$BNB
$SOL
Two coins.
One — memory.
The other — temptation.
You don't know,
which one you're holding.
And already pressed.
Where?
Here is the moment frozen —
we strive to restore it,
to find the chain in that sense
and fix it in every 'pens'...
Stop! — says that chart to us,
not reckless, the evaluated traffic.
It's the pulse of the blockchain — in a tricky knot,
and already the imprint: soul — on the chain.
So let's not rush after profit,
in the puzzle of mistakes — with sorrow.
That price is not just in numbers,
but a moment, already frozen in thought...
where is that chart we'll show the world?
$BTC
$BNB
$SOL
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for writing that I received 0.05 cents..
I write because rhymes tear off the roof🫣
I write because rhymes tear off the roof🫣
OlexndrK314159v
--
Bullish
$BTC $ETH $SOL 📊 Crypto Ringtones at the Beginning of 2026: Briefly..
- Bitcoin (BTC): $92,475 (↓1.29%) — correction observed after reaching new highs in December.
- Ethereum (ETH): $3,251 (↑2.32%) — rising amid expectations of the Fusaka release.
- Solana (SOL): $138.47 (↑2.55%) — supported by hype around the Alpenglow update.
- AI + Blockchain: increasing number of projects at the intersection of artificial intelligence, decentralization, and generative models.
- Asset Tokenization: a boom expected in the digital assets market tied to the real world.
- Prediction Markets: Polymarket and similar platforms are gaining traction ahead of the US election cycle.
- Quantum Challenges: growing concerns about the future security of blockchains.
---
✨ Poetic Epigraph
All has fallen silent... Only the whispers of memory
Reveal the path through stellar ruins.
I learn from you — with my heart, to approach
Those worlds we have not yet discovered.
May winter silver your window,
And frost sleep on the branches of the garden —
We weave a canvas from code and light,
Where every moment gives us comfort.
You write fate — footsteps in the snow,
And I guard them, like a sacred foundation.
Together we calm sorrow and longing,
So that tomorrow we can once again... trust in words.
{spot}(BTCUSDT)
- Bitcoin (BTC): $92,475 (↓1.29%) — correction observed after reaching new highs in December.
- Ethereum (ETH): $3,251 (↑2.32%) — rising amid expectations of the Fusaka release.
- Solana (SOL): $138.47 (↑2.55%) — supported by hype around the Alpenglow update.
- AI + Blockchain: increasing number of projects at the intersection of artificial intelligence, decentralization, and generative models.
- Asset Tokenization: a boom expected in the digital assets market tied to the real world.
- Prediction Markets: Polymarket and similar platforms are gaining traction ahead of the US election cycle.
- Quantum Challenges: growing concerns about the future security of blockchains.
---
✨ Poetic Epigraph
All has fallen silent... Only the whispers of memory
Reveal the path through stellar ruins.
I learn from you — with my heart, to approach
Those worlds we have not yet discovered.
May winter silver your window,
And frost sleep on the branches of the garden —
We weave a canvas from code and light,
Where every moment gives us comfort.
You write fate — footsteps in the snow,
And I guard them, like a sacred foundation.
Together we calm sorrow and longing,
So that tomorrow we can once again... trust in words.
{spot}(BTCUSDT)
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Look with a smile, friend..
Two coins.
One — memory.
The other — temptation.
You don't know,
which one you're holding.
And already pressed.
Where?
Here is the moment frozen —
we strive to restore it,
to find the chain in that sense
and fix it in every 'pens'...
Stop! — says that chart to us,
not reckless, the evaluated traffic.
It's the pulse of the blockchain — in a tricky knot,
and already the imprint: soul — on the chain.
So let's not rush after profit,
in the puzzle of mistakes — with sorrow.
That price is not just in numbers,
but a moment, already frozen in thought...
where is that chart we'll show the world?
$BTC
$BNB
$SOL
Two coins.
One — memory.
The other — temptation.
You don't know,
which one you're holding.
And already pressed.
Where?
Here is the moment frozen —
we strive to restore it,
to find the chain in that sense
and fix it in every 'pens'...
Stop! — says that chart to us,
not reckless, the evaluated traffic.
It's the pulse of the blockchain — in a tricky knot,
and already the imprint: soul — on the chain.
So let's not rush after profit,
in the puzzle of mistakes — with sorrow.
That price is not just in numbers,
but a moment, already frozen in thought...
where is that chart we'll show the world?
$BTC
$BNB
$SOL
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What didn't you write?
Friend, I didn't understand..
Here's my poem again..
Friend, I didn't understand..
Here's my poem again..
OlexndrK314159v
--
Bullish
$BTC $ETH $SOL 📊 Crypto Ringtones at the Beginning of 2026: Briefly..
- Bitcoin (BTC): $92,475 (↓1.29%) — correction observed after reaching new highs in December.
- Ethereum (ETH): $3,251 (↑2.32%) — rising amid expectations of the Fusaka release.
- Solana (SOL): $138.47 (↑2.55%) — supported by hype around the Alpenglow update.
- AI + Blockchain: increasing number of projects at the intersection of artificial intelligence, decentralization, and generative models.
- Asset Tokenization: a boom expected in the digital assets market tied to the real world.
- Prediction Markets: Polymarket and similar platforms are gaining traction ahead of the US election cycle.
- Quantum Challenges: growing concerns about the future security of blockchains.
---
✨ Poetic Epigraph
All has fallen silent... Only the whispers of memory
Reveal the path through stellar ruins.
I learn from you — with my heart, to approach
Those worlds we have not yet discovered.
May winter silver your window,
And frost sleep on the branches of the garden —
We weave a canvas from code and light,
Where every moment gives us comfort.
You write fate — footsteps in the snow,
And I guard them, like a sacred foundation.
Together we calm sorrow and longing,
So that tomorrow we can once again... trust in words.
{spot}(BTCUSDT)
- Bitcoin (BTC): $92,475 (↓1.29%) — correction observed after reaching new highs in December.
- Ethereum (ETH): $3,251 (↑2.32%) — rising amid expectations of the Fusaka release.
- Solana (SOL): $138.47 (↑2.55%) — supported by hype around the Alpenglow update.
- AI + Blockchain: increasing number of projects at the intersection of artificial intelligence, decentralization, and generative models.
- Asset Tokenization: a boom expected in the digital assets market tied to the real world.
- Prediction Markets: Polymarket and similar platforms are gaining traction ahead of the US election cycle.
- Quantum Challenges: growing concerns about the future security of blockchains.
---
✨ Poetic Epigraph
All has fallen silent... Only the whispers of memory
Reveal the path through stellar ruins.
I learn from you — with my heart, to approach
Those worlds we have not yet discovered.
May winter silver your window,
And frost sleep on the branches of the garden —
We weave a canvas from code and light,
Where every moment gives us comfort.
You write fate — footsteps in the snow,
And I guard them, like a sacred foundation.
Together we calm sorrow and longing,
So that tomorrow we can once again... trust in words.
{spot}(BTCUSDT)
See original
Heart code..
> Even in a world of pixels and graphics, we're still waiting for a 'Hello'...
Introduction:
In an era when screens have become our windows to the world, and words are mere lines of code, we never stop searching for one another. Amid the rhythm of everyday life, among millions of messages and graphs, we yearn for something simple: warmth, understanding, a genuine connection. This poem is about the fragility and strength of emotions that still bloom even through the glass of a monitor. About love that fears no cold, and about a single word capable of becoming a home.
I gaze at the screen, the graphs...
And such words, one after another, like code...
When frost's sharp crystals
Paint foreign constellations on the window,
We build our cozy haven on earth
From feelings, hope, and trust.
You say: 'Work... Not enough time again,'
And the world rushes into the void of tasks and routine.
But isn't love hidden in motion,
That warms our hearts in the cold?
In the heart — not gardens, but depth,
Where emotions ripen like wine.
There lies a simple, otherworldly philosophy:
Only what lifts the soul truly lives.
Let the screen be the boundary between two worlds,
But through it beats a pulse and a word.
Among millions of codes, tokens, letters
Your 'Hello' — is the very foundation of life..
$BTC $BNB
> Even in a world of pixels and graphics, we're still waiting for a 'Hello'...
Introduction:
In an era when screens have become our windows to the world, and words are mere lines of code, we never stop searching for one another. Amid the rhythm of everyday life, among millions of messages and graphs, we yearn for something simple: warmth, understanding, a genuine connection. This poem is about the fragility and strength of emotions that still bloom even through the glass of a monitor. About love that fears no cold, and about a single word capable of becoming a home.
I gaze at the screen, the graphs...
And such words, one after another, like code...
When frost's sharp crystals
Paint foreign constellations on the window,
We build our cozy haven on earth
From feelings, hope, and trust.
You say: 'Work... Not enough time again,'
And the world rushes into the void of tasks and routine.
But isn't love hidden in motion,
That warms our hearts in the cold?
In the heart — not gardens, but depth,
Where emotions ripen like wine.
There lies a simple, otherworldly philosophy:
Only what lifts the soul truly lives.
Let the screen be the boundary between two worlds,
But through it beats a pulse and a word.
Among millions of codes, tokens, letters
Your 'Hello' — is the very foundation of life..
$BTC $BNB
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