Poets Of Spirit
The snow is clothed in dawn
In the high desert,
We are oaths of Eternity
In the azure of Beauty.
We are splashes of scarlet foam
On the pallor of the seas.
Renounce your earthly chains
To sit among the kings!
Don't imagine we are dissolving in the sky,
Cut off from the earth: -
A holy path leads
Beyond the clouds into dreams.
poem by Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov
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