And I, To The Eternal Bliss Communed Poem by Liza Sud

And I, To The Eternal Bliss Communed



And I, to the Eternal bliss communed, I want to say, my friends, to all of you -
Do not believe the gossip before words - not to repent in tears the mother-speach.
Enough Stupidity in every clever man, not everyone though knows in what it is.
The only one, who letters gratifies, is able God like angels pure to learn.

Friday, September 25, 2015
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