My heart is like a garden
Of rudely bitten hopes.
My heart reminds the burden
Which's fulfilled with the frost.
There are some sacral depths,
There is a delicate circle.
For others it is hurdle,
For me the wonderplace.
For me it's inspiration,
Which needs too much to grow.
It brings me much frustration,
Which helps my soul to glow.
They say, I need to love,
For them Love is the Flame,
My love's like an abyss grave.
For me it seems enough.
The Heart s Depth
© Copyright: Бородулина Екатерина, 2016
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