If I Will Die Poem by Maria Shipka

If I will die
nothing will change,
only my soul
will leave
her residence.

When I will die
it will be the day
when my soul throws out
her tight shell,
her prison-room.

When I will die
will be day when
my soul unbinds
out of the bonds
of her slavery.

If I will die
will be sunny day,
no reason for cry,
no reason for sadness,
no reason for grieve.

If I will die
won´t be the end of me.
My soul returns
to her really home,
into Universe.

(c) shipka