I discovered how to lead a simple, wise life, look up at the sky and thank God, and go on long walks before dusk to get rid of pointless worry.
I write happy verses on how fleeting, fleeting, and beautiful life is when burdocks rustle in the ravine and a cluster of yellow-red rowans droops.
I'm returning. A fluffy cat purrs sweeter while licking my fingers, and a bright fire appears in the lake sawmill's turret.
Rarely does sound break through the quiet.
the stork's cries, which have flown onto the roof.
And I doubt I'll even hear you if you knock on my door.