Ekaterina Volodina
***
Life is
imperceptible as breath
Herself.
Of long days
sequence,
And happy
moments.
All that was been
- has passed
Staying for us —
The scenery of
dreams.
***
Every day I
enter, as in God's temple.
Grace like-at
dawn
Look around on
the sides:
The conqueror of
darkness is already immortal.
With news I enter
into your gates
With new lines
and bright verses.
Lord, thank you
that still can I write.
I hear the sounds
of lyres under the sky.
Lonesomeness
Godforsaken night.
Miserable moon.
The yard is
choking, calm, silent...
Pond... Behind
the mirror - not to get to the bottom.
Mermaid sleeping
with a water lily at the head.
The twinkling of
stars from the past.
Old man - a
gardener - with sadness looked at night.
The song was
remembered that she to him sang.
But it was haerd
— to crumbling the dogrose.
EKATERINA VOLODINA
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