The steps turned red and are fading
You told me yourself "I will come"
At the entry to gloom of the prayings
I has opened my heart and wait.
I don't know what I will tell you
May be I will die of the luck
But burning with evening fire
I'll draw you also to light.
The red flame is blossoming out
Unexpectedly dreams came true
You come. Above the temple
The eternal depth and hight.
The steps
© Copyright: Марианна Шихарбеева, 2007
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