pomegranate tree grew up by itself and broke into fiery blossom. Shining with radiant light before me, as though smiling like Marita's face, was a newly opened pomegranate flower. I was looking at that scarlet flower and could not believe that Marita was no longer adorning our earth. It was hard to believe that this gorgeous tree could grow up in that dust and debris. Where does beauty come to the world from? Where does it go? Or maybe it's just hiding its face from us for a while? Scarlet tree, little tree, a flaming token, miracle-working. O God, help me to find, help me to find. THE END ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Красный дракон на английском - текст Питер FM на английском - текст Спасатель на английском - текст История о плавучей траве на английском - текст Превращение на английском |