Hellas
of island days
lost addresses
and oceans of dreams
deep as the faint
of crucified
in a hurry
lilacs.
War is going on
not only in this world,
but also in the spiritual,
eternal world.
And here is my dream
of the last,
marvellous:
the night
is inspired
and on the screen
of the full moon
heavenly regiments
stand against each other.
But who,
who are they?
And I see
from our side
angels of good
are fighting
with their angels of evil.
And our angels
are pressing the enemy
and send us the news
of the victorious
night battle.
And I hear,
and I see
already in the dawn silence
of the Creator’s
immortal voice:
“Hold on,
retribution is inevitable.”
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