When your subconscious sacred house
Will be destroyed - you don't regret.
There'll be a ray of the warm south
And you will instantly forget
About lake of bitter tears
That closed your painful eyes a long
Ago and left you quite alone
Among your miserable fears
Were killing your internal space.
And after all a tortured face
Will see the light above the ground
Will shine and hear the living sound.
Henceforth the mind will be awake
And never let accept the fake.
March, 2021
The burial of the past
© Copyright: Элеонора Вало, 2021
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