by Igor Ryabushkin
In hours of divine revelation's grace,
A longing deep within my heart takes place,
To share these sacred, inspirational sights,
With kindred soul, bathed in celestial lights.
But this, alas, is an impossible dream,
For moments of cosmic grace, it would seem,
Are entrusted solely to the soul's retreat,
Where solitude and silence softly meet.
This paradox, a puzzle hard to solve,
Perhaps some truth I fail to yet evolve,
I yearn to understand, this sacred art,
To share the holy joy within my heart.
Copyright ©:
Igor Ryabushkin
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