Give me, o Lord, clarity of thought, to part with my vanity..
Poetic soul of my beads, do not scold, the sword, as I can.
God grant me peace. Eternity does not argue with vanity and haste.
Down-to-earth humanity with a quarrelsome world in conflict, discord.
Our souls from heaven, like snowflakes, come, inhabit the body,
so that people live exalted - inspired, dignified and brave.
Snow is falling, giving peace, beauty to our world healing.
I will open my soul to him, as if I were taking the sky into myself.
21.01.18
Snow is falling, giving peace and beauty to our wo
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