The cold wind over the plain,
Dispel the sorrow of wisdom,
And the cry of autumn, crane -
Far away, far away.
Around - the feasts of broken truths,
Where everyone seems to be a master,
And it turns out, as in life -
Always alone, always alone.
Will we find peace with God?
All paths are incomprehensible.
Hearts will be connected by a road -
Follow it, follow it...
Wisdom
© Copyright: Владимир Павлов Великие Луки, 2020
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