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Sergey Zavertyaev Poem
The world lies in the evil ,
Only Lord Jesus defeated the devil.
And my passionate soul thirsts
To be free from all that in sins,
To see the risen Christ,
For the eternal salvation she fights.
Let the world be seized by the devil,
Pure souls always struggle with the evil.
Copyright © Sergey Zavertyaev | Year Posted 2017
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Sergey Zavertyaev Poem
This happens all the time in the brightest sunlight ,
Colors are minted the green, the blue, the white...
And a mysterious Power rules the ball in Heavens ,
The clouds to the wind keep their noses in curls.
The joy invades inadvertently in the sensations,
The Spirit gives the life for the consolation
And full of happiness the highest creation
Drinks, choking, a cup of gold - the inspiration.
The languishing of the Great Lent was broken,
It's the incomprehensible miracle of the sinful redemption,
To the Burial Place the Easter fire came down
And the universe celebrates Christ's Resurrection.
Copyright © Sergey Zavertyaev | Year Posted 2017
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Sergey Zavertyaev Poem
We call it "cursed Judah gallows ",
Bad wood is an aspen tree,
Not from the wind it trembles,
It doesn't live, it is afraid to live.
When the wind doesn't blow
A pine doesn't make a noise.
It has been growing for hundreds of years,
Its mighty beauty bewitches us.
Our life usually flows
Also, as an aspen grows.
We are going to left or to right
By the Earth happiness paths.
In Heaven rushing, saints are like pines,
Evergreen crowns are their prayers,
Leaving the world, they leave the roots,
In the earth imperishably restoring the relics.
Copyright © Sergey Zavertyaev | Year Posted 2017
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Sergey Zavertyaev Poem
Toksovo is the place near Saint-Petersburg, Russia
When the Luminary was in the sunset,
On the hill top, in summer, in the old house,
We were drinking usually evening tea -
I was a guest on that large veranda.
We were sitting at the table, talking quietly,
With friendly feelings in the hearts,
The lake beneath and nature gave the double kindness -
The place of Toksovo was blessed for us.
© Poetic Velocity, 2019 (collection of poems on amason.com)
Copyright © Sergey Zavertyaev | Year Posted 2019
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Sergey Zavertyaev Poem
When the snowy wind is blowing
In the imagination I'm going
To make the unusual things.
They are mysterious and exciting ,
Like a small bell is shaking,
Announcing the coming of Christmas Eve.
Copyright © Sergey Zavertyaev | Year Posted 2018
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