In moments of despair, remember..

Where understanding is there the bonds of anger are erased,
And in the binding of memory, what awaits the messenger,
There is no false space,when the hearts burn with one flame.
Where jealousy sleeps, there is a thread of hesitation,

What touches the soul ,catching the pain,
And there is no way away.
Being bounded by borders of cold
That the quarantine fell on our shoulders …

And pulling back awaiting  dreams,
In the flickering of dates, hope sleeps as a  soul baby,
The halls of time resembling  of a dream,
And not to reach the goal-the fate of weak!

That the months are a part of our routine,
Pushing aside the darkness of pages,
In the ravine of fears, quarrels failed…
Lightning flashes a storm of blind excitement,

Mistakes make sense who hides the days,
As a senior trump that pushing time to back,
There is no return to soul-searching ever.
Whispering the music of doubt in my ear,burning with ash the glare that sends the evil of,

Wake up!The routine of life has its own meaning,
Moving for days  that sorted in the memory of a dream,which are destined to be plentiful!
But where?when? in what turn can be awaited.
As a round dance hooking faces you know that moment in advance