In The Dark Womb Of The Temple - Poem by Liza Sud
In the dark womb of the temple
as in the womb of mother,
Softly flickering oil lamps
lit the faces of icons.
Calmly and peacefully in dark room
as Christmas tree in childhood.
In the forests are sleeping bears and wolves,
stars of the universe are shining.
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