Swiatlanka Zniczka Poems

I will be praying with all of my heart,
With my crucified soul I constantly beg
For black lots with their snowy and stormy sound
To never go crazy above beloved land.
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On a holy ground - His holy feet are going
Hands of holiness are touching heads of pity...
All the roads now learnt Him - He's exploring
And the stones take care of Him and shelter.
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I will be praying with all of my heart
With my crucified soul I constantly pray
For black lots with their snowy and stormy noises
To never go crazy above beloved land.
...