A Silver Moon – an eye of deep black night
Is looking into open window
Diamonds shining brightly in the dome of high
A Golden Day is sleeping in his kingdom.
All hills were dressed in skilful foggy lace
And someone painted with silver drowsing valleys
The moon light up all night’s amazing grace
All that what Golden Day is diligently buries.
At such a night it’ll be a sin to fall asleep
And not to see this treasury of world,
And not to hear – wind calls on a trip
Into this night which blessed with Holy Lord!
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© Copyright: Алексей Шеин, 2010
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