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Morning Smile

It is so peaceful to live on the island. The sky, trees and mosses are ours. Poem by Nicholas Roerich

on the Island

We are on the island. An old house is ours.
We have the key to the temple - Our cave.
Ours are rocks, and pines, and gulls.
Ours are mosses. Ours are Stars above us.
We're walking around our island.
We will return to our habitation only at night.
Tomorrow, brothers, we'll wake up earlier
than rising of the sun.
When the east turns effulgent radiance.
When only the Earth awakes.
People are still be sleepy.
We shall ken ourselves without worries in liberty.
We're definitely not mundane people.
Let's go to the shore and
look in the distance in silence and quietude.
And we silent answer.
Morning, tell me what you were doing
in the gloom and what means; your smile.

Nicholas Roerich

Fairy Elf of Literature and Arts: Morning Smile
Morning Smile
It is so peaceful to live on the island. The sky, trees and mosses are ours. Poem by Nicholas Roerich
Fairy Elf of Literature and Arts
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