Snowy Dresden Poem by Liza Sud

Snowy Dresden



Patterned houses, Snowy Dresden.
Here the street-lamps. No poor.
As if at last I have come
To my house in heaven.

Beauty of Fairytales,
And steeples stick like needles.
Clearness, clearness
In books, in homes, in people.

No evil, no evil.
Nothing – to get temptation,
Nothing – to catch infection
In Jesus Christ Kingdom.

Friday, May 8, 2015
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