And in the middle of the night
We’ll go away from home,
We’ll go away from misty light
Of stars which are well-known,
From neighbours’ gossips, nasty talks
To wonders of new world:
To whispering waves and crimson rocks,
We’ll go to mountains cold.
The shining sun’ll be our guide
On this amazing way
And we’ll go forward side by side
For do we love to stray.
There will be lots of happy years,
There will be stars like gems;
For us each shed that dirty is
Will be Jerusalem.
And after all these episodes
In one of moony eves
We’ll see both the pivotal roads –
To Eden and to Hell.
...and yet when an Eternal Mill
Will grind time of the world
Into meal, with delight we will
Return to our home...
(03.06.2016 – 21.06.2016)
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Dear readers, I'm really sorry for my terrible English, forgive me, please :'D
Of pilgrims
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