When yellow sun
is slowly getting
down
God’s power burns.
And that’s the way
it is.
It doesn’t matter for the world
Whether you are here or not;
It doesn’t matter for the sun
For whom it’s getting up and down.
But
still we’re following the way
By fighting bravely each new day.
And each of us has his own path,
That goes each day and never ends.
God sends us light
– we are to keep
The warmth of
hearts that lies so deep…
Still feels like
beauty is my doom;
This feeling makes
one’s soul to bloom,
To fly and run, to
go and fight,
To hear the rain,
to see the light.
Natalya
Mykhayliv
27/02/2022
