Red-fireball Sun
I am from the East, knocking on the window.
Metushnya neighbor heard,
But I breathe in deeply.
Looking forward to the freedom of sweet
I will live in the warmth and plenty,
I will turn the chariot of the World.
The sun is racing in the East right hand
And in the West Sea will disappear -
The mystery of the universe opens.
I am from the East, knocked in the window
Red-fireball sun.
13.10.10g. Z.Sh.
Red-fireball Sun
© Copyright: Игаль Иерусалимский, 2010
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