Sip all Beauty of the World,
Keep it in your tender heart –
Out of it, will come a Word
And the World again will start.
In my boat, all alone,
Deep in thoughts of ancient times,
I will shudder of the tone
Of the Harmony’s best chimes.
Colored thrill! My nameless “I”
Gazes at what has been done!
Name me – and I’ll never die!
Call me – and I’ll see the sun!
To Maryna, the Creator
© Copyright: Людмила Дмитриевна Назарова, 2024
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