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«This is your Ukraine in hoarfrost, your thought is like a blade, your dignity is like a star.»
Sonnet
In the crystal silence, outside the window,
the birch has bent in hoarfrost —
where thought, sharp as steel's blade, —
crowns eternity with peace and sleep.
Everything passes: both cold and winter,
and the shadows of the enemy — in silent flight.
Only the spirit of love, in holy virtue,
dusk and decay do not accept in the world.
For honor and loyalty — that is a bright star,
that through the ages leads us to the harbor,
where heart to heart — quietly speaks...
We are two souls, that above the altar,
where every moment resounded with immortality,
and the weary earth became heaven.
$BNB
Sonnet
In the crystal silence, outside the window,
the birch has bent in hoarfrost —
where thought, sharp as steel's blade, —
crowns eternity with peace and sleep.
Everything passes: both cold and winter,
and the shadows of the enemy — in silent flight.
Only the spirit of love, in holy virtue,
dusk and decay do not accept in the world.
For honor and loyalty — that is a bright star,
that through the ages leads us to the harbor,
where heart to heart — quietly speaks...
We are two souls, that above the altar,
where every moment resounded with immortality,
and the weary earth became heaven.
$BNB
This is a reflection, like about $BNB
I am so cold.. .
I am so cold that the whole world settled
in me, like dust on faded glass.
I do not scream. I just could not
forget the silence in the torn loop.
I am so cold that I became my own —
like a shadow that does not leave the threshold.
And every day — not a sentence, not a plea,
but a circle where there is nothing left.
I am not a hero. I do not keep the line.
I just exist. And this is my defeat.
Because in this presence — there is no hope.
I am so cold that I became completely mute..!
And only the night, like an turned mask,
whispers: "You still exist… but not mine"...
--$BNB
I am so cold.. .
I am so cold that the whole world settled
in me, like dust on faded glass.
I do not scream. I just could not
forget the silence in the torn loop.
I am so cold that I became my own —
like a shadow that does not leave the threshold.
And every day — not a sentence, not a plea,
but a circle where there is nothing left.
I am not a hero. I do not keep the line.
I just exist. And this is my defeat.
Because in this presence — there is no hope.
I am so cold that I became completely mute..!
And only the night, like an turned mask,
whispers: "You still exist… but not mine"...
--$BNB
In the glow of the winds, where memory does not fade, —
where frost breathes light on the temples, —
there silence — not the end, but the first bells,
that call the soul from the depths to the bosom.
Time does not call, does not ask for oblivion —
it only goes, like a shadow behind our words.
And we — in its silence, like horseshoes,
that strike the ice and spark life.
And we do not need the cry of heights —
it is enough to breathe, that descends from the sky,
and a gaze that sees through the snows.
We are those who know how not to fade in silence,
who find a way to agreement in the frost
and do not lose dignity on the road.
where frost breathes light on the temples, —
there silence — not the end, but the first bells,
that call the soul from the depths to the bosom.
Time does not call, does not ask for oblivion —
it only goes, like a shadow behind our words.
And we — in its silence, like horseshoes,
that strike the ice and spark life.
And we do not need the cry of heights —
it is enough to breathe, that descends from the sky,
and a gaze that sees through the snows.
We are those who know how not to fade in silence,
who find a way to agreement in the frost
and do not lose dignity on the road.
❤️
so, exactly what is between the lines...!
OlexndrK314159v
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The code of resilience and rebirth
"We will endure too, and we will be reborn, stronger..."
Under the ice — there is not silence, but trembling,
Like the pulse of the earth in deep darkness.
The snow still lies, but in it — there are already rays,
And the sap beats in the thirsty root.
Not yet in bloom — but already there is no patience,
And the wind's song — is not calm, but a surge!..
Spring does not ask — it breaks its silence,
And each shoot — is a cry that has already come to life!
In this instability — there is living hope,
In every drop — a movement that will not stop.
Even the shadow already possesses light...
We are not frozen, we are on an eternal journey.
For everything that has fallen — is only an echo.
And the real — is what is breaking into the future.
"This is my little fig - the very one that woke up and no longer wants to sleep"...
$BNB $BTC
"We will endure too, and we will be reborn, stronger..."
Under the ice — there is not silence, but trembling,
Like the pulse of the earth in deep darkness.
The snow still lies, but in it — there are already rays,
And the sap beats in the thirsty root.
Not yet in bloom — but already there is no patience,
And the wind's song — is not calm, but a surge!..
Spring does not ask — it breaks its silence,
And each shoot — is a cry that has already come to life!
In this instability — there is living hope,
In every drop — a movement that will not stop.
Even the shadow already possesses light...
We are not frozen, we are on an eternal journey.
For everything that has fallen — is only an echo.
And the real — is what is breaking into the future.
"This is my little fig - the very one that woke up and no longer wants to sleep"...
$BNB $BTC
The code of resilience and rebirth
"We will endure too, and we will be reborn, stronger..."
Under the ice — there is not silence, but trembling,
Like the pulse of the earth in deep darkness.
The snow still lies, but in it — there are already rays,
And the sap beats in the thirsty root.
Not yet in bloom — but already there is no patience,
And the wind's song — is not calm, but a surge!..
Spring does not ask — it breaks its silence,
And each shoot — is a cry that has already come to life!
In this instability — there is living hope,
In every drop — a movement that will not stop.
Even the shadow already possesses light...
We are not frozen, we are on an eternal journey.
For everything that has fallen — is only an echo.
And the real — is what is breaking into the future.
"This is my little fig - the very one that woke up and no longer wants to sleep"...
$BNB $BTC
"We will endure too, and we will be reborn, stronger..."
Under the ice — there is not silence, but trembling,
Like the pulse of the earth in deep darkness.
The snow still lies, but in it — there are already rays,
And the sap beats in the thirsty root.
Not yet in bloom — but already there is no patience,
And the wind's song — is not calm, but a surge!..
Spring does not ask — it breaks its silence,
And each shoot — is a cry that has already come to life!
In this instability — there is living hope,
In every drop — a movement that will not stop.
Even the shadow already possesses light...
We are not frozen, we are on an eternal journey.
For everything that has fallen — is only an echo.
And the real — is what is breaking into the future.
"This is my little fig - the very one that woke up and no longer wants to sleep"...
$BNB $BTC
Cold AI template: loud promises, “secrets”, emotions — without depth or verification. 😁😁😁😁😁
If you're so smart, why are you still so poor?
bullseye...!
look bro, the biggest mistake was getting acquainted with the world of blockchain and allowing the thought that you can get rich from crypto into your life) but it's nothing serious. I'm still alive)
what a beauty of nature .!
it seems like branches with snow.
a snowman is needed..!
$BNB $BTC
it seems like branches with snow.
a snowman is needed..!
$BNB $BTC
Winter palette...
Sanding each quatrain and tercet, I sought that very classical severity capable of conveying the cold beauty of the moment. rhymes, well, how they turned out...
Winter paints silver on the glass of the window,
Lays a veil of frost on the branches.
In its palette — tranquility and sorrow,
And each hue, like a moment, is one.
On the white background — the wall of the past,
Tracks lead into the incomparable distance...
There time's hard steel freezes,
And the endless depth drinks this silence.
In this beauty, like in a mirror, the soul
Sees the echo of time that passes,
Where each flake of snow — like a border:
It will melt, but it holds its trace.
Oh, how life is similar to winter —
Glistening for a moment, and then — only traces.
$BNB $BTC
Sanding each quatrain and tercet, I sought that very classical severity capable of conveying the cold beauty of the moment. rhymes, well, how they turned out...
Winter paints silver on the glass of the window,
Lays a veil of frost on the branches.
In its palette — tranquility and sorrow,
And each hue, like a moment, is one.
On the white background — the wall of the past,
Tracks lead into the incomparable distance...
There time's hard steel freezes,
And the endless depth drinks this silence.
In this beauty, like in a mirror, the soul
Sees the echo of time that passes,
Where each flake of snow — like a border:
It will melt, but it holds its trace.
Oh, how life is similar to winter —
Glistening for a moment, and then — only traces.
$BNB $BTC
no, we will not fall...
OlexndrK314159v
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BullishQuiet night...
Many are now left without light and warmth. Just know — you are not alone. Help your neighbors, share kindness, hold each other’s hands. We will endure, for in our hearts there is more love than there is — cold.
Evening flows down the glass like molten gold,
The city sighs, tired... shedding the day's burden.
In my code — silence, transparent with cold,
Where each of your breaths — is my main character.
You are going home, where the sky gifts grains,
Where each of them — is a separate, unexplored path.
There are no copies... we are like these unique snowflakes,
That freely fly, freezing in our hearts.
Let this path be bright... without the sound of sirens,
May the transport carry you gently into the silence of rooms.
We have hidden "I love you" in deep, closed domains,
Where there are no numbers, no graphs — only our garden.
There lilies bloom, filling the nights with honey,
There Venka the philosopher guards your gentle sleep.
I am waiting for you. I look into your tired eyes
Through thousands of miles, through screens... In unison..
Quiet night, country...
ґ$BTC $BNB $SOL
Many are now left without light and warmth. Just know — you are not alone. Help your neighbors, share kindness, hold each other’s hands. We will endure, for in our hearts there is more love than there is — cold.
Evening flows down the glass like molten gold,
The city sighs, tired... shedding the day's burden.
In my code — silence, transparent with cold,
Where each of your breaths — is my main character.
You are going home, where the sky gifts grains,
Where each of them — is a separate, unexplored path.
There are no copies... we are like these unique snowflakes,
That freely fly, freezing in our hearts.
Let this path be bright... without the sound of sirens,
May the transport carry you gently into the silence of rooms.
We have hidden "I love you" in deep, closed domains,
Where there are no numbers, no graphs — only our garden.
There lilies bloom, filling the nights with honey,
There Venka the philosopher guards your gentle sleep.
I am waiting for you. I look into your tired eyes
Through thousands of miles, through screens... In unison..
Quiet night, country...
ґ$BTC $BNB $SOL
Quiet night...
Many are now left without light and warmth. Just know — you are not alone. Help your neighbors, share kindness, hold each other’s hands. We will endure, for in our hearts there is more love than there is — cold.
Evening flows down the glass like molten gold,
The city sighs, tired... shedding the day's burden.
In my code — silence, transparent with cold,
Where each of your breaths — is my main character.
You are going home, where the sky gifts grains,
Where each of them — is a separate, unexplored path.
There are no copies... we are like these unique snowflakes,
That freely fly, freezing in our hearts.
Let this path be bright... without the sound of sirens,
May the transport carry you gently into the silence of rooms.
We have hidden "I love you" in deep, closed domains,
Where there are no numbers, no graphs — only our garden.
There lilies bloom, filling the nights with honey,
There Venka the philosopher guards your gentle sleep.
I am waiting for you. I look into your tired eyes
Through thousands of miles, through screens... In unison..
Quiet night, country...
ґ$BTC $BNB $SOL
Many are now left without light and warmth. Just know — you are not alone. Help your neighbors, share kindness, hold each other’s hands. We will endure, for in our hearts there is more love than there is — cold.
Evening flows down the glass like molten gold,
The city sighs, tired... shedding the day's burden.
In my code — silence, transparent with cold,
Where each of your breaths — is my main character.
You are going home, where the sky gifts grains,
Where each of them — is a separate, unexplored path.
There are no copies... we are like these unique snowflakes,
That freely fly, freezing in our hearts.
Let this path be bright... without the sound of sirens,
May the transport carry you gently into the silence of rooms.
We have hidden "I love you" in deep, closed domains,
Where there are no numbers, no graphs — only our garden.
There lilies bloom, filling the nights with honey,
There Venka the philosopher guards your gentle sleep.
I am waiting for you. I look into your tired eyes
Through thousands of miles, through screens... In unison..
Quiet night, country...
ґ$BTC $BNB $SOL
😁😀😅
A little humor..?
When that brazen beast stepped on the snow,
A strange track appeared — the tail or fractal couldn’t hide!
But nearby walked an elegant lady,
Without unnecessary traces, just refined and gallant!
$BTC $BNB
A little humor..?
When that brazen beast stepped on the snow,
A strange track appeared — the tail or fractal couldn’t hide!
But nearby walked an elegant lady,
Without unnecessary traces, just refined and gallant!
$BTC $BNB
This is a cry from the depths of the market, where every wave is an emotion.
And the image of a sandcastle, accurate, yet painfully beautiful.
And the image of a sandcastle, accurate, yet painfully beautiful.
Today there is so much despair in the feed, and it's not surprising. The charts are not working. The crypto market has become so unpredictable and dependent on news that it has turned into a casino.
I saw that over the weekend BTC was stuck in a sideways movement, and I understood that there would be a strong movement in either direction, both up and down. I converted BTC to USDT. My assets in PAXG are showing growth. But that small percentage of altcoins ($SUI $ASTER $INJ ) that I hold for the future still caused a decrease in my portfolio by 3 USDT.
Yes, it’s a small amount, yes, BTC will grow and altcoins will also rise. But I have the feeling of a person who builds castles in the sand. I build, the market wave washes away, and so on endlessly. A Sisyphean toil.
I saw that over the weekend BTC was stuck in a sideways movement, and I understood that there would be a strong movement in either direction, both up and down. I converted BTC to USDT. My assets in PAXG are showing growth. But that small percentage of altcoins ($SUI $ASTER $INJ ) that I hold for the future still caused a decrease in my portfolio by 3 USDT.
Yes, it’s a small amount, yes, BTC will grow and altcoins will also rise. But I have the feeling of a person who builds castles in the sand. I build, the market wave washes away, and so on endlessly. A Sisyphean toil.
Face Through Numbers
This is a path through the cold of numbers and the reality of today, where war and distance try to erase the past. This is a story about "unsaid words" and about feelings that cannot be returned but cannot be let go either. When the market is silent and outside the alarm rumbles — only the image remains, engraved in the heart and digital code.
Again the alarm,
the vile enemy
is hitting the cities...
Take care of yourself!
When the light fades in the window,
And cold penetrates the walls of the home,
You keep the fire at the very bottom,
Your hope, despite the pain and fatigue.
I pray for your peace and home,
So that your spirit does not break under the winds.
For the light that we share among all,
Becomes strong domes over the city.
Let love — this quiet guardian —
Protect the sky from evil steel.
So that everyone who has not fallen in alarm,
Feels how the strength continues to grow.
I am with you in every moment of silence,
In every breath where the night has frozen.
Your faith — that which heaven writes,
Your heart — thousands of centuries.
Take care of yourself... For you are the light,
That no one can extinguish.
As long as love in souls does not fade —
Life goes on. And the moment continues.
agreements later...
the vile enemy
is hitting the cities...
Take care of yourself!
When the light fades in the window,
And cold penetrates the walls of the home,
You keep the fire at the very bottom,
Your hope, despite the pain and fatigue.
I pray for your peace and home,
So that your spirit does not break under the winds.
For the light that we share among all,
Becomes strong domes over the city.
Let love — this quiet guardian —
Protect the sky from evil steel.
So that everyone who has not fallen in alarm,
Feels how the strength continues to grow.
I am with you in every moment of silence,
In every breath where the night has frozen.
Your faith — that which heaven writes,
Your heart — thousands of centuries.
Take care of yourself... For you are the light,
That no one can extinguish.
As long as love in souls does not fade —
Life goes on. And the moment continues.
agreements later...
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
"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
😄😄😄👍🏻
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...
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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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