Passed year

The year has passed,

 It took my pain,

It vanished suffering in vain, 

My song is over, echo's sounds

Are covering my secret wounds,

The bell is ringing,

strings are singing,

My soul is trembling and swinging,

From heaven`s bluish snow ceiling 

To hell with reddish awkward wiling .

Climb up, jump down, pray and cry,

Don`t ask for mercy, don`t ask why,

Just breathe, inhale the air of earth,

Where suffering and wooden cross

For us to carry,

Grow in love,

 To find the stone of faith above,

And to remember: life's  inside,

Now or  later, happy ride

Is only in romantic book,

Live and for the future cook

The dish to feed a hungry guest,

In space with him forever rest.

Автор: mariya на 11:45