Adelaide Kazimirovna Gertsyk. (№ 355576)

And in every moment performed a miracle
But to understand him is impossible,
Flocking gold sparks from there
Like drops of radiant rain.
Sometimes will flicker behind heavy cover
Leading directly up the path,
Such a light, as God's word,
But how do I get there - it is impossible to know.
And every moment people celebrate hidden
The delight of dying and Christmas,
And in every heart, as in the temple of the forgotten,
Sounds undercurrent of the speech of the sorcerer.
But just in case you forget, forget how to listen
And again come the darkness of dawn,
And in that darkness polychaetsa soul
And huddle, shivering, the fire to the fire.