Author of quotes: Larisa Nikolaevna Mezenina
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.
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Viker 07-12-2020 / 13:31
When trouble arrived on my doorstep,
Truth I opened the door:
Not the poor, who without arms, without legs,
And the one who is without soul and heart.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:59
