I got up and raised my hands three times.
Solemn sounds rushed
towards me through the air
Dressing his heels in a Crimson.
It seemed that the woman was getting up,
Praying, moving away to the temple,
And with a pink hand, she threw
Grain to obedient doves.
They whitened somewhere above,
Bella stretched into a thread
And soon the cloudy roofs
Wings began to gilt.
Over the gilding of their loan,
Standing high on the window,
I suddenly saw a huge ball,
Floating in red silence.
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