The last ray of sunset waved its wing
And he dropped his parting pen,
The gleam of it sent drops flying,
And it felt so good.
The evening gloom was cool and refreshing,
The tired day was no longer tiring,
And I stood there, gripped by freedom,
And he blessed the Lord for everything.
Vitaly Nikulyak.
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