The temple of the Holy is high,
The Holy temple is in care.
Stands as white mountain,
On it the Golden dome.
People come to this Temple,
Comes with honour and dignity.
People comes from his soul,
Goes to the saints at a meeting.
To distinguish from the heart,
In his without Celeste.
I entered the Temple,
And see there's Issues.
And he stands and looks at me,
Forgive us, Brother!
For all human Woe.
For the light that we have not seen in you.
From the Temple people crowds go,
And as if inspired in the soul.
They go home and bring spark,
The joy, happiness and love to his family.
Chirik V.V. CENTURIES g. 23:31
The Temple Of The Holy
© Copyright: Виктор Чирик, 2014
Свидетельство о публикации №214092800065
Свидетельство о публикации №214092800065
Рецензии