Scarlet Bridegroom - Poem by Liza Sud
Scarlet will be the clothes
of all icons and priests.
The mast was - your cross,
Analogion – the wheel.
There your soul will meet
Scarlet BrideGroom for you, Bride:
On victorious eve -
It will be Jesus Christ.
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