An ancient angel charts my way,
Oh, undying light of all my days.
I cannot go back to earth, I say,
Today I stand like Cicero, strong and wise.
Tomorrow I’ll take flight, a bird set free,
So don’t you search for me up in the sky.
No, I won’t come back – it’s not for me,
An ancient angel guides – that’s my destiny.
Assorov, 2018, Saint Petersburg
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Saint Petersburg, 2018.
An ancient angel charts my way
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