Pure Inside Poem by Vladislav Martynovitch

Pure Inside
Pure passions to rise
You're entitled by fate -
Let it be any price,
Let it be any rate,

Let it bring any fame,
Or dismay, or distress:
Passion now to tame
Means all forces to taste! ..

Now challenged be Strength
And pretentions approved:
All decay now dance
Will macabre and rude,

Cleansing spaces for Soft
Here rejuvenate -
What is coming's aloft
And to sing and ornate! ..

Passion will purify,
Using Feelings as tools,
For emotions to rite
In the spring by the pools,

That in woodlands reflect
Dew of clouds in Light:
Gates that Miracles let
After Passions inside! ..