Larisa Nikolaevna Mezenina. (№ 408320)

The vault is blue so clean
In the slot of clouds,
Soon the last sheet
In the distance will carry the Cover.
Gently caresses the ear
Festive ringing of churches,
In the fingers of trembling hands -
The cold of autumn days
The Sun Will Gild
Crowns and domes
If the soul hurts,
So she's alive.