I'd like to spend a while
In a treasury of your mind
Despite the fact it's guarded.
I'd like to know more
About your thoughts as a currency.
All sorts of your moral values
Shine in the darkness
And I know I can't take my eyes off them.
Your ability to apply courage
And act amidst uncertainty
Turn you into a cult figure
With me as a priest.
Do you hear these prayers
Through the wall of your palace?
A treasury
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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