My Space Heals Me Poem by Liza Sud

My space heals me when I get out of the environment,
Where evil and wretchedness ruin the flowers.

The Bliss of innocence bestows its source,
YOu acquires the soul as eternal germ,

As in a warm house with a stove you get warm in winter
You are healed here by air, walls and views of the river...

Do you need much from life, since you are firm in your ways,
And the name is - a constancy, and one goal - to get away,

From falsehood to yourself and people, and, therefore, outline,
And to find the circle of peace, science and love?