2020

Do you know what I recall?
Every of the words!
Do you know what I saw?
Skin of cheeks is soft.

Do you know what is seen?
Absolute of light!
Where to be scared of that? -
No, impossible!

I'm again in my delight,
As if a new born!
Pure came out of my mind,
Twenty-twenty, bond?

Your steam seems like from a bath,
So clean to be!
Or is it Spirit of God
That was saving me?

So pure and so fondle,
Saint without a shame
Is your call from snowballs,
The point is the height.

I am raising my head up,
Upwards anyway.
And I see you there, my love,
On the very height!


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