Spit into my soul, my friends -
I don't know insults.
How can I cry
After so many Sacraments?
What I would really like
Is to show you this happiness -
After acceptance of His
Infinite love.
Spit into my soul-
And I will embrace you with arms.
Poor - you used
To spit in yourselves, dear.
But it is God who will wipe
It overnight.
How much in my soul you spit -
There water is by miracle cleaner.
2
In the evening I went back
Home from your apartment.
And the wings were growing up -
I felt so lightly.
And to learn I was ashamed:
Me and you are neighbors!
I will burn for sins with pain,
Light unget-at-able!
A draw-well
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2014
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