We were flying more steep,
than on Mark Chagall's paintings.
He had houses still
that below you may see.
As for us, well, we flew
over so high mountains,
that together we saw
pure Light closely.
No images there,
no matter that flesh has,
deprived of ties with God,
curdled by egoism.
But to come back to Him,
and to get light's fulfillment,
That's what each of us may,
showing altruism.
We were flying more steep,
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2016
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