My World - Poem by Ekaterina Polischuk
My way, my soul, dreams and hidden home
Are made of still, illusive face of love.
Imagine life, imagine spirit pome…
My mind can be responsible or rough.
I am inside of great unusual world.
It has no boarders, no forgotten thoughts.
It`s full of people, masters of the gold,
Alchemists` wisdom and disgusting plots.
It`s full of lights I watch in every heart
Trough dust and pain of the human past,
It `s full of colors, seems a huge mart
With goods of life or ugly mortal blast.
I am inside of thousands people`s smiles
And walk with open arms to each of ones.
They treat and rescue, pierce or even slice,
Like cares try to introduce the drums.
I am inside, surrounded by eyes.
They look at me, accept or, maybe, blame.
They try to hide of souls silent cries
They are alone, I see that lifeless flame.
They shout and die, then rise and overcome,
Watch my illusion that was made of lie.
They tell about dignity and fun,
But with two wings they`re still afraid to fly.
My way and soul are inside my world
It has no boarders and is not just stark.
It teaches me the happiness to hold
And see the light when outside it`s dark.
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