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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