In zero-gravity of spaces-souls
Our lives are - labyrinths,
Where from round every corner -
watch only saints with nimbus.
And we were lied to in all bad movies
About a lot of guns,
After the death with a crystal bottom
We will be born again.
We will be plunging into this dream, as
in the morning, mist, air,
There is nothing more delicate than
God, your tenderest plaything.
Why no movie will ever show,
How much happiness - behind the grave,
behind a mirror to the next world there's -
A new world and new power, strength.
They appeared to me in a dream,
in the day light arose,
turned - to leave this memory here -
into the fixed, verse.
To John Krestyankin 5
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2017
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