At the moment, when the last one grain
Of the sand was nearly expended,
Airy revelation gift I've gained -
Here my Lord had granted me an angel.
Unrelenting look of ardent eyes,
Overflowed with never-ending fealty -
There was executor standing by,
Bearing neither tiny doubt nor guilt, nae!
Here I am, a man of no account,
Fleeting weak and scared in flow of living.
I should lust this goodness... But I can't
Estimate the charity of given,
What was not obtained with sweat and blood:
No mistakes were made, no wounds recovered.
Till I haven't payed for what I should
Pay, I'd never estimate that highly. Rather!
I would better stay on ash and dust,
Standing free in spite of the coercion;
Taking pride in my own lesser just
Regardless of sacred bless deception.
Angel
© Copyright: Островский Андрей Сергеевич, 2021
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