It will lie on the altar
Silver of the moon,
Filling the hall with light.
In my memory
A masquerade of shadows,
A carnival of years gone by.
What path could I have chosen in life?
Tell me, heart – talisman!
So that I could reject the pain of loss
And not know the bitterness of wounds!
Still, there is something in them... ^^

За всем следят машины благодати и любви.