The city wrapped in fog bliss

< Felix Komarov



The city wrapped in fog bliss
Each tree shines through,
The light that came from other dimensions ...
Like a magician pulled out his
A world that has not happened as rain
And is in the lingering doubts get.

People do not know that the world did not happen
Quickly go through unnecessary cases.
But the trees are known, but silently
Their life goes ... oak, yew
And the temple was built out of the fog
The one that stands before God personally ...

So now on the border worlds,
Combining their branch trembling,
And embodying a possible profit,
You can hear the call -
"He who seeks shall find,
The one who was blind, turns to dust! "