Gaze of the mysterious eye,
Re wants to see me.
I'm like a grain of sand to her,
In the deep clear crystal.
She keeps a sharp lookout only for me,
And stroking me invisible with his hand.
And the road to miracle illuminates me,
That I would believe in its brilliance in a dream.
She's like a mother to me,
Lovingly and tenderly.
Discovering the world in dreams for me,
Into which I sink slowly.
Night 14.09.2019.
Стих Луна на Английском.
moon
© Copyright: Елена Ерополова, 2019
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