God bless the ruins!
Splendor of former cities,
In the remains of hewn stones
Way of thinking
in words,
Ancient,
imprinted on the walls.
God bless sleeping cities,
Showing how funny time is!
What was built for centuries,
Covered with a veil of new life.
Someone's roofs, someone's shelters,
I lean on them with my feet,
While the wind carries me
Through the reborn streets.
Blessing of life
© Copyright: Эвелина Бобылева, 2022
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