Sokolski Monastery

They lived very happily, in a beautiful town, a whole nation of heroes and unseen beauties. Love was everywhere, it was all there was. In the air joy was boiling, his life was flowing. In the city weddings were burning, people made flowers. Everyone to the church was screaming, the priest read the Bible. Suddenly everything was shaking, the air was getting hotter. The volcano to the city woke up, all of the church ouster. One by one killed them, the whole city was pouring. Surviving a few were and sad songs sang. Your beauty has gone, lonely were those few. Their love was taken away, every one was a lost coin.