IVA Afonskaya. (№ 355411)

Today is Christmas,
the whole city is waiting for the secrets
he sleeps in frost crystal
and waiting for: going to be magic.
Blizzard took possession of him,
similar to the dream.
In the cathedrals awe of candles and the singing,
and incense silvery smoke.
Under the chime of bells
clogged with bell heart.
And the fate of its not escape -
from Christmas magic words.
The spring of heaven - the words source,
they are of flame and light.
And in the world, and in the poet's soul,
and the word will be reborn a God.
Cold, the snowstorm-the magician,
your magic element
transform in other worlds
the whole land, city and people.
Meet will be miracles
so easily, in the crowd,
and suddenly the music is similar
will be the human voice.