Words. Words, more words –
they are born with us too.
Wind in cloud towers
in love, steals birds!

Spring entwines the flowers
Autumn – leaves in a golden row…
Winter – the deer with its hoof
scrapes the thin ice.

Without experience there are no turns,
without hopes – freedom.
Hatred – towards strangers and our own,
will divide the bed – shame.

For words, I opened a word –
without love, a rope awaits them…
The time has come – to pray
for their crystal sky…

May they be strong – God’s word,
fire – in human paths.
If an asteroid falls from above
the last cry, it will be a word!