My Home is not here,
My Home is somewhere,
Where you start to hear,
The voices of prayer...
Where you are alone,
And heart is in silence,
You thought it is stone,
The victim of violence...
But now it is naked,
And love is inside it,
You just need to take it,
You can even ride it...
You feel you are free,
To do what you want,
You're beautiful tree,
With wonderful wands...
And now they are up,
They reach for the heavens,
Please never be stopped,
By screams of the ravens...
They're driven by evil,
They want to prevent you,
From killing the devil,
They won't understand you...
Your will is in roots,
They move even mountains,
Your future is fruits,
Your actions are fountains...
My Home is not here...
© Copyright: Эсмира Рагимова, 2020
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