Шамбала

Я видел сон,
В твоих купался локонах
Огненных,
Всё, из чего
Мои сомненья сотканы
Тонко...

Какой чудесный день,
Моя струится лень,
На грани просветления
Сияет шамбала,
И нежится душа
В нирване воскресения.

О, как легко
Мои воспоминания
Выцвели,
Кто я такой,
И почему сбиваются
Мысли...

Какой чудесный день,
Моя струится лень
На грани просветления,
Сияет шамбала,
И нежится душа
В нирване воскресения...

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