The crimson sun becomes & nbsp; meaning,
Ungodly saints-naked dawns.
And seagulls to the sea fly thoughts:
Miss you, my warm, welcome my, where are you?..
You are the light in me - you should not be upset.
I weave rain and anxiety into my braid.
And at noon in the windless sweet heat
I will hear: "Love", - as if by the voice of God.
And shakiness is replaced by a stony faith,
Wanderings-dreams melodious consciousness.
And the heart is filled with happiness without measure,
Burns all-planetary love understanding.
The crimson sun becomes meaning
© Copyright: Элеонора Евгеньевна Коновалова, 2020
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