Not a tough deal-this race for the beast,
Not a useful pill-this craving for feast.
This horrible insect that poisoned you once,
Left toxin in victim, you’re expecting it twice.
However this fly can turn into nothing,
Nothing suspicious and bringing to laughing,
In addition this poor moth is the agent ofGod,
It uncovers in mercy your divine’s pod.
It just shows that you are already perfection,
That this brightness in you is the nature’s affection,
That your clear existence is not an achievement,
That it is now and always! It offers its gifts us.
Gift of Love!
© Copyright: Маргарита Воеводина, 2011
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