Gently shining yellow moon,
Mumbles something breeze fresh.
Beauty... But it will be morning soon,
Our mind once again fill trash.
The world is beautiful, you look!
Every second shines of love.
Did you eat all the fish of the hook,
Putting it on the table a snuff.
When the summer sun you smile,
You will know that God is all.
Destroy to the devil this empty you file,
Let the open living wall.
Cold Wind
© Copyright: Алиса Чикатило, 2012
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