I thank you, Annabel! Could I give you responses?
When I have not yet gone the jet of roads ...
My God is with me. But when I have noticed
Him - then the WORD itself I called my GOD.
And it is hard for me to take this topic.
It's so native - that's why I can't take ...
As acnes shine the rays of prison earthly
of my desires. In fact - too much of them!
Behind my shoulders - shoulders of the sorrows,
that favor whips and flow in a whirl.
And Repin's painting once again, Not waited?
Behind the fate - of treason privorot.
I find it hard to do all what I have to.
Like pros. And like the work from the inside.
behind my shoulders - distance not in fire.
that burns out very even and inside.
Of course, that's not a rhyme. Meaning's - the main thing!
But I was met by light and also heat.
When I was still to go from the beginning -
then I would walk right through and right ahead.
My Consciousness divides stars by two equals.
And I already - want to go THERE.
Where - the Lights attenuate the grapes in
eternal Love that will last there - FOREVER.