My mother
The wind died down, and the glory glow
Von clothed those ponds.
Vaughn and hermit. book closing,
He humbly waiting for the stars.
But running a highway,
escapes sideways…
give breathe, POMED, love of God,
not the crunch, sand!
Zoloteet glory glow
Monastic cross from afar.
Do not turn to eternal rest?
And what is life without a hood?..
And again leads irresistibly
Far from quiet places
Way highway, running past,
by monk, ponds and stars…
August 1914
