Like passages of times from times fragmented to Eternity...

Like Passages
From times
As if fragments
To the Eternity
An ecstasy
As if me flies
Like a seagull white to her skies
As spread all over the spaces-
Come like a golden of a Holy morn...
Blowing
Flowing
Cooling
Calling
As if with joys spreading wide
Sure
As breezes spread
From churchyard graves
To Happy glorified hills
As winds take off from deep blue seas
To mountains on shine by glitter of music
Of Her...
From far
Who Her beauty on all makes a descent soft
As if on the whole planet and beyond
She her Holiness
Just spreads,

Like Passages
She cometh
As if a springy musical
Of a dawn
An awakening
To the limit small
And Beyond...

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