My years pass in the anticipation.
Your image hasn’t changed. Anticipating Thee.
Horizon is on fire, intolerably clear.
I wait in silence, loving, longing Thee.
Oh I shall fall so grievously low,
Not ever conquering my deathly dreams.
Horizon is on fire. Thy shiny presence’s near,
But, I’m afraid, Thy image will transform.
Anticipating Thee From A. Blok
© Copyright: Галина Иззьер, 2009
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