Satin wounded shoulders, fading faces.
Raise your heads and listen to the chord.
We are glowing stars in endless spaces
Holding hands and drawing floral sword.
Through the marble sky and blind darkness
Clouds see the Goddess on the isle.
They are singing paeans from the farness.
Golden roses greet her with a smile.
While we stand for justice, hope and beauty,
While we fight for wonders, peace and light,
Fearless hearts continue their duty.
Love is blooming in the silver night.
Wonder
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2020
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