The magazine MAQ | Page 65

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In us, the divine is playing -

So in the drops of water the sun is refracted,

Then joking, then solemnly,

Enlightens through or just touch.

We compose a mosaic

From various aspects: attempts, events.

More often it's a prose writer,

Though to the stars the impulse, which is in the soul, is primitive.

And to spite that program,

With shares, destiny is hopelessly called,

Break up for years

Its stone ice

Long

In search of the sun ...

©: EL Sokolova, 10.05.17