Oh, Lord - Poem by Alisa Evsyukova
Oh, Lord, your beautiful, perpetual creations
Inspire me to think of the sense of life.
The cries of waves persist the song of angels.
The pearls of stars reflect the lights of love.
Oh, Lord, with promising and warming breeze of freedom
You’re sending me an Omen of my fate.
I sincerely appreciate your care and wisdom,
And I promise you I’ll never forget,
I will never forget that precious moment
When I was standing quietly by the sea,
Watching the birth of summer’s morning,
When rays of holly bliss descended on me.
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