It’s the place I adore.
It’s my shelter.
There's no lock at my door
You can enter.
You can enter my home,
If I let you,
Only don't break the walls
Of this venue.
If you want to stay here - don't waver.
If you trust me, I'll vie for your favour.
Only don't you recoil from my touch,
Like a beast hunted down to a hutch.
It’s the place of my art,
It’s my shelter.
There's no lock at my heart.
Try to enter.
(E. Ogorodnikova, 2011)
The place of my art
© Copyright: Елена Евгеньевна Огородникова, 2014
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