Believe, my poems fly to Phoebus,
Through all the darknesses of night,
They' ll find him in the Land of Deus.
My dreams with power of light.
You are my teacher and my friend,
I write to you on every paper,
With every pencil and a pen.
Your shadow near make me happy.
You are the reason of my arts,
Instead of money and religion,
I crash my feeling in the parts
And build then new. It's my decision.
I can't forget my dreamless night,
There all are miracles were posed,
You are the Master of my mind,
I see with heart when eyes are closed.
To Phoebus
© Copyright: Андрей Николаевич Лапшин, 2017
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