Poetry

The repentance

(Machine translation - Google)
Gray clouds, dragons
In the twilight volume float...
The church golden icons
Light a mysterious pour

In the temple of love and humility
I, the prodigal son, before thee
In the hope of forgiveness placable
Low ponik head.
Gul bell sad -
It hurts the soul and light,
And all around breathe the secret,
Full of his majesty.