The Land of Sorrow

Тамара Ермолова
Once in a lost moonlit valley of sorrow
I met a woman in ragged clothes.
We were both obsessed with primitive horror
And hungry and lonely we were both.
We felt like twin sisters. We came to the ocean
And slipped on the ship which was sailing away.
”Pray!” She urged me with the deepest emotion.
”For the land of Light and Happiness – pray!”