Dessy Tsvetkova | Saturday, 16 October 2021 | Print
Dessy Tsvetkova
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The church is ready,
the last one left is to hang the bell.
And the whole village gathered in front of the entrance,
and with united forces, they pulled the rope as holy revail.
The bell had rose above the sky, like a mark in a golden sentence.
And the first sound of it resounded in the valley above the village,
purifying the air with vibrations of bronze and copper braden.
They waited for five years to enter through the gates of the temple sillaged,
and it was as if everyone already had a ticket to heaven.
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Posted 4:06 pm | Saturday, 16 October 2021
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