I see light.
(We are) Rising to Heaven
We know (that) we are dead.
Beautiful angels
Will lead us ahead.
Feeling that stars
So close to my hand,
I see the Gods –
Our bodies are dead.
Listen to music
Of violins (and) harps,
Angels are playing
MelОdies for us.
Hearing the voices –
Spirits are singing,
Asking for kindness,
For love to a people.
Sunbeams so tender,
Berries so full.
Here, on the Heaven
We see the truth.
We are asking Gods for peace
For those ones, who still live.
Elegy of Those Who Died
© Copyright: Владлена Щабрина, 2010
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