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Through the memory of ancestors
Through the centuries of the dead
You have come to me with the answers,
With the pain that you have to give.
Your white dress doesn’t keep you warm
Your pale skin is colder than ice,
And the fear doesn’t let you be calm,
Makes you feel what happened once.
I will light a candle this night -
Let it burn with the bright holy flame!
Give me pain, give me fear, give me sign!
Through my hands I will take it away.
Go to light, my invisible moon,
You will live in my blood, in my veins.
And your circlet of flowers will bloom
Till this world incredible end.
22.12.2020
Woman in white
© Copyright: Наталия Добродеева, 2021
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