Wolves and Ravens (Russian: Волки и вороны)
It might be God or just whatever, but this night smells of incense The tall wood all around, mosses on the knoll Perhaps this is a blessing or an ambush on our sense A good feeling to the touch, but such a chill through the soul.
There they go with their icons, with their icons so unknown Their path is lit by holy light from the water so deep I don't remember how… read more
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