The Spirit - Poem by Ekaterina Polischuk
Unknown spirit is at home,
It goes by me, it is alone,
It wants to make my hand to write,
When we should sleep at darkly night.
I don`t afraid because I know
That changing life is always slow.
I want to sleep, but my hand not
I`m reading words that ever wrote.
I see the spirit with my eyes,
I cannot know him, recognize.
With golden hair, loud voice…
I should just write I have no choice.
He says that i am born to write
About heart of angels` side,
About lonely people`s souls
Through darkness passing with the goals.
I`ll be so famous with my heart
If stay with spirit and be smart,
If go with him until the end,
He`ll give me love and trusty send.
The spirit says that he won`t go,
Because I need him anymore,
Because he helps when I am sad,
He is my mind, he is my bread.
And I should write day after day,
But don`t believe what people say
About future in my mind,
Because the happiness I`ll find.
Because I hear the spirit`s voice,
And a have said I had no choice.
And if I don`t write this at ones,
I never lose my soul chance.
The spirit said he would not wait,
If I did not he always made.
Because my dream was just to write…
And I should do at darkly night…
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