Palm Sunday

The nature`s bathing in the ray,
The clouds on Palm Sunday spray
Wet drops of gratefulness, Hristos
Is entering with praising,cross
Is being made for him already,
On earth we never being ready
To suffer ,die, for resurection,
The galaxies away from nations
Will transfer us through milky way,
In never ending risen day.


Falling stars, falling stars,
Paths of the destinies,shining red Mars
Covered with rust-memory ashes,
Zodiac signs-significant dashes ,
Between you and me, huge cultural space,
Constellation of we hasn`t been born, in a days
Connected small dots will be drawn on the sky,
New road, new story, where you became mine.


Black shadow, short haircut,
Half closed eyes in church, a nut?
Where are your image coming from?
You want to be in prayers? Bom-
Spread out voice of metal bell ,
It`s calling for your soul, well
You overslept the most of it
In alcoholic -drug damn beat.
You`re crying now for salvation,
Help me pray, the gravitation
Holds the body thin and straight,
Don`t cry , he does deserve it, wait,
Shiny bluish  morning sky,cover me,
 Annoying shadow,
Doesn`t let me smell spring meadow,
Christ is risen, simply smile, dissolve in nature for a while.