With Love Only Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

I hear the music of the Creator
In the fire of the sunset, in the blue darkness of the night,
In a starling's song - a spring's curator
Even when the quietness is tight.

It seems that love embraces all the creatures.
No more sadness, loss and tears.
No more wars, no more killed soldiers,
And only Madonna tenderly cradle her dears.

But how to understand where the evil vanished?
How can you distinguish love from hate?
How to survive in spite of all the deaths
And know that our life is our mate?

To know love we have to know evil,
Clean our souls of envy and revenge.
There is simply no the other way out.
With only love beautiful life you can entrench.