Amen
On a Saturday night
In this long winter
On the streets of the town, there was no spoken word,
no shelter for better.
I was passing by an Orthodox Church
"My warm Lord, what else can I say?"
"Touch my fingers that have been stiff for long! And quickly let the sun shine on Tambov!
In order that my poem rises again like the morning sun."
Tambov (Russia) - January, 2015
