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