Сергей Родыгин — Два стихотворения

Everlasting Dance

I was dancing at the gates of a temple on the island of a swan-god;

I listened to the prophet of light and joined his followers on the great mountain;

I was sitting under of the four-fold roots of the tree with a smile on my lips;

I was watching a humble man dying in all his glory on the sacred wood;

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