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A good woman
lived there
Only a few
such remained

Beside her
the heart beat slower
but louder

Beside her
I felt smaller
but more relevant

Beside her the voices
were quieter
but braver

Beside her the days
passed slower
but brighter

Her presence
was remarkable
If only would be
more such people
The life is
sitting on the nails
Running over
devil's burning steps
Swimming in the
winter witch's lake
Hanging on the
evil dry branch

The life is
the rays of the sun
over the sea's lips
Favorite songs
illuminating the spirit
A flower opening
in the morning
Your eyes
happily shining
poem, life
Nothing has to be done
Open that door and run

Stress is staying behind
Today be no more blind
Run in the direction of your heart
Expel the nonsense and be smart
Stress is a curse when nearby
Say to stress forever goodbye
In a house of love
from my dreams
everyone is received
every living being

There are always
soup, pastry and tea
There are always
hugs, kisses and glee

There are always
enough blankets
There are always
enough jackets

For your shape or stature
no one cares
just sit and enjoy
fireplace is prepared
One coward
Pretending to be brave
Is turning others
Into his slaves

This disease
Is calling a fear
It is spreading
In every part of sphere

If there is no antidote
I make it
I chose resistance
You won't break it

— The End —