History, Myth, Poetry, Healing Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

Behind the myth the truth,
in front of the myth the poetry,
it's the Gate which leading,
to the world's cure.

Hear the myth and forget yourself,
in sterile reverie,
leaving to be loved,
to the mind operation.

A story came earlier,
in memory with art has been hidden,
not to torture you,
but to be rescued.
(Without pencil and paper)

Against nature is the myth,
next to nature is life,
but nature will make (with poetry)
your new structure for cure.