Столбовский Евгений - Касаясь пальцем
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Touching a finger

Watering water, reflecting,
And we see: the image in the glare disappears,
Circles of bright days on the waters of the spring,
A part of the love of worlds of unwell,

Drinking the moisture that the palm holds,
We step into the serenity of silence,
Only the sun is in sunset, observing
Whitish fire weaves with beauty,

Touch the eternal at that moment,
For that beloved holy will,
Giving birth in a hot breath,
You will tell your soul about yourself, caressing.

Here and now for you ...

Certificate of publication No. 116102306541

10/23/2016