greencatina @ 2010-04-09T22: 53:00
I
Однажды Adam was walking
the August garden,
tasted ruddy apple
and know how to:
What should be the leaves in an hour
end of summer,
What should be
birds and reflection in a puddle,
What should be the people,
What - other people's thoughts,
What - body and soul ...
next morning Adam awoke,
And, unwittingly,
Noticed that all is not so, but much worse.
Maybe someone threw him out of paradise.
II
Oh, my idol is infallible, my abstract ideal!
How often I do not see your radiance Peace,
it is. But what am I the world? After all, if I did not know,
I would live by.
Oh really, created by me, my indestructible law!
Under our words will become the world brighter and better.
In you I believe! Pitiful is the one who so you are not familiar with,
What our truths in any did not want to listen ...
III
Someday, many years later,
child, yet not lost the ability to perceive harmony
looking
On both sides, will take place on Earth,
In the deserted street to meet God
And tell him, smiling:
- Hello дядя! .. All of
