Milan Nalimov - Let Grace Settle On My Temple

An old courtyard warm light from the window
The scent of basil, the quiet all around
I count the days
I've lived one by one
Like stars in the dark deep beneath the ground
Life is like a song beside the fire
Bitter and bright, so wise and so inspiring
Let the grace settle on my temple, soft and slow
In my heart, a flame that never ceased to glow
Moonlight falls upon the threshold, bright and clear
The old town remembers every breath
I've drawn this year