Ekaterina Polischuk (20.08.1987)
Unknown spirit is at home,
It goes by me, it is alone,
It wants to make my hand to write,
When we should sleep at darkly night.
I don`t afraid because I know
That changing life is always slow.
I want to sleep, but my hand not
I`m reading words that ever wrote.
I see the spirit with my eyes,
I cannot know him, recognize.
With golden hair, loud voice…
I should just write I have no choice.
He says that i am born to write
About heart of angels` side,
About lonely people`s souls
Through darkness passing with the goals.
I`ll be so famous with my heart
If stay with spirit and be smart,
If go with him until the end,
He`ll give me love and trusty send.
The spirit says that he won`t go,
Because I need him anymore,
Because he helps when I am sad,
He is my mind, he is my bread.
And I should write day after day,
But don`t believe what people say
About future in my mind,
Because the happiness I`ll find.
Because I hear the spirit`s voice,
And a have said I had no choice.
And if I don`t write this at ones,
I never lose my soul chance.
The spirit said he would not wait,
If I did not he always made.
Because my dream was just to write…
And I should do at darkly night…
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