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The white sky of emptiness
< Felix Komarov
The white sky of emptiness,
Disappear all vanity.
In the blue sky of emptiness,
Alone you and me.
The yellow sky of emptiness,
Perish with all the sheets.
In the black sky of emptiness,
Do not learn the Creator features.
Red bird on sunset,
Clouds night flying.
Who is to blame in the sky,
What chilled heavenly garden,
What we are looking for anything,
We do not find anyone,
On the night we fly as a cloud,
And we do not know the reasons
No beginning and no end ...
Not find in the dark face.
And for the night will be the night,
Repeating everything exactly in exactly.
But this emptiness,
Quiet splash some light.
Not find there way.
Just call Fly, fly!
The white sky of emptiness,
Disappear all vanity.
In the blue sky of emptiness,
Alone you and me.
The yellow sky of emptiness,
Perish with all the sheets.
In the black sky of emptiness,
Do not learn the Creator features.
Red bird on sunset,
Clouds night flying.
Who is to blame in the sky,
What chilled heavenly garden,
What we are looking for anything,
We do not find anyone,
On the night we fly as a cloud,
And we do not know the reasons
No beginning and no end ...
Not find in the dark face.
And for the night will be the night,
Repeating everything exactly in exactly.
But this emptiness,
Quiet splash some light.
Not find there way.
Just call Fly, fly!