The walls are so thin,
almost transparent, like paper curtains.
In a dream I pass through them unnoticed,
lie down next to my honey
and fall asleep like a child.
I sleep so deep
that only the mirror catches my breath.
It's so warm and cozy close to you, darling.
Sleep, my sweetheart, sleep sweetly.
The walls of the fortress
are made of granit.
Invincible neither for horsemen,
nor for infantry.
Even a predatory dragon, which sometimes flies into the yard,
feels so uncomfortable among these walls
and quickly escapes from here.
There are no walls in the sky, in the sea,
in the woods or in the meadows.
There are no fortresses and castles there.
Let's try to live without walls
at least a little bit.
6.41. 09.03. 2021
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