Night is beautiful
Isn't it Katerina ?
Dream visits tired pilgrim
Beating clocks loudly announces every hour
Sweeping old dust in messy room
Full of daybreak with forgotten songs from the past
Road in the dark without moon and the stars
To show you the way, so you walk blindly
Stumbling upon the fallen branches
And root of old trees
Be a morning
Little Katerina
Promise of new beginings
Chanting with seagulls about far countries behinds blue seas
Merciful dew mourning over burned meadows
Clouds wandering across the sky – will it rain?
Answer is hidden within the circle of ancient stories
Be a river
Wise Katerina
Bring life to lusting deserts
Carve rocks into the cave sculptures
With one truth and thousands meanings
Rafters would cross your veins
To continue their roads on the other bank
Questions past, present and future
Tangled in your hair.
Be a flower
Beautiful Katerina
Attract bee swarms in your princess robe
Turn to the sun with anticipation of spring
After the long winter
Roses give no shadow for a man
Sitting in the garden,
But fill him with praise for the Creator.
Be a dream
Sleeping Katerina
Travelling on a wings of prayer
Taste like wine – refreshing and heady
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