Mountain

Morning light`s rays over forest`s tall pines,
The current of gratefulness  peacefully shines,
From the vase, holding  tulips, inside of my heart,
Spreading smell of fresh feelings,giving out a part
To  you, dear angel, be blessed, pray with us,
Victorious George shining bright through the glass.


You are my breathing, the light of my life,
Come closer and closer , let me survive,
It seems that I know you more than a month,
Dimmed fate will not fool me for  more than at once.

My dear, my dear, why you are not near,
The air is filled with a poisonous gas,
My hope, my hope, in a circle elope,
Everyday's nonsense, broken sharp glass.

Raining or shining, my spirit is climbing
Towards the Golgotha - the suffering death,
The body is mining, while soul is striving,
With hideous creatures, handling stress.
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Up on big mountain, climbing through snow,
Down the hill, overturn, run or go,
Mountain of caring, mountain of love,
Warm sun is up high, not close enough.

Slippery hill of big and small sins,
Sliding was easy but filled with sharp pins,
From my conscience - truthful voice of the Lord,
The bridge to salvation, eternity cord,
Listen in silence, fall down on your knee,
Saint Sirin`s prayer as 10 stings from the  bee.

Don`t judge other sinners, just me on a stand,
Kneel your head on the cross, don`t ever pretend,
Be merciful to me, a sinner,
The nature blooming greener , greener,
You will forgive, I `ll go free, but will be paying, se la vi.