My mind was burning,
I was loosing my faith in tomorrow.
Everything in which I believed had no more sense
there was no path I could go.
Angels appeared in the glass ball,
but they were not for real.
It was my damaged imagination.
Nobody could give me a hand,
cure my soul.
I was suffering greatly,
there was no remedy.
but...
I met him and there is peace and equanimity.
My mind was burning...
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2016
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