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TRACES IN A SNOW

Once upon the time there were traces in a snow
But soon traces were covered by a new snow
And then the snow melted
And traces were gone forever

But they were gone the only for an eye.
For hearts and memories are forever visible
These traces that leads only in one direction:
to the bumper homeland.

Traces in the snow, so often bloody,
Are going further, never giving up.
Because they know that at the origin of their
There is something too valuable to lose hope;
Family, home and homeland ... NO! No slackening!

At the end of these traces there are invisible contours;
The outlines of fallen veterans.

If you open your heart contours becomes visible
Over the body of the fallen soldier hovering angel;
Come on - the angel is calling. Come on, the reason
of you being here is fulfilled.
Come, come with me,
The Kingdom of Heaven now is yours and you belong there.

It is human to grieve, dropping a tear on the traces in the snow
Light the candle and illuminate the path of the memory
The memory of those traces in the snow,
Only with the heart that can be seen.