Sun burning clouds, sun burning earth,
To evening dream I was to close,
And I was close to my illusions.
That evening she comes to my home,
In her voice I heard every tone,
I feel that sense was my delusion.
I realized it in my dream,
That’s angel’s voice all said to me,
Because she shines from her beauty.
Around is darkness and she gone
Without wing’s touching, I’m alone,
I am here, like executed.
Time of choice
© Copyright: Василий Колесниченко, 2010
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