Breathing in the soft light of the moon,
The soul is in a hurry to meet
With the greatness of the world of depth,
Which is called Eternity…
In the twinkling stars of Heaven chorale,
Blurred by the milky way on the vault
Before the portal to God's hand,
Where did the souls come from…,
Whence dreams, rustling, hurry
To consciousness, the thought of revelation,
Carrying the keys to hundreds of gates
The Flow Of God's Creation…
The clock ticks slowly,
Count the minutes,
Which are given to the soul,
To ... loosen the earth's bonds…
Breathing in the soft light of the moon...
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