Simply there is no way back to the earth.
I am by Light and by God chosen wonder.
As the choice egg that at the Easter course
is painted In the New Testament color.
All the wayouts are blocked by a lock bar.
The pain insurance covers everything.
In the chime of clock - as apple of an eye
All of my life the Lord accompanies.
He leads and takes me quietly by hand.
For others almost imperceptibly,
Sincerely - extraterrestrial flight,
Where He and I are endless without sin.
Ah the new world! Oh, this blue colored space!
From where - through the glass - terrestrial lions,
And poems are stuck and divas are effaced.
And all is blazing with the Gold of Fire.
The Gold of Fire
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2018
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