It faded blossom of the crazy time

Mellow colors of a hog-wild maple... 

It faded blossom of the crazy time.

For everything on earth there is its way, 

But anxiety – only for a Home of mine. 

We get very much of new, 

Leaving the past for ever and a day. 

Questions of calmness, deepness, of spiritual  – 

They bicker, as the water in the lake.

And, sprinkled with that special water, 

As poems come back here to awake. 

We are all strangers here... 

And to go for wandering 

We were almost ready there and then. 

We’ve drunk the wine, blessed and divine, 

It faded blossom of the crazy time. 

But the stoup will be again tipped of 

With newly blessed divine wine.

By Alex Listengort

Alex Listengort was born in Moscow in 1993. After his travel to Jurmala, Latvia, he began to write. He started to work on his first book (“The New Stage of Awakening”) at 18. Now, he studies on the 5th course of Moscow State Linguistic University (the Maurice Thorez InYaz). Besides the literary creation and journalism, the author is also engaged in linguistics, teaching and practice in the international relations’ scope. Alex speaks 8 languages on different level on which he writes poems. The main topic of his creations are: esoterics and spirituality, philosophy, psychology, self-development, Reiki and linguistics.