Coz their ancestors who exchanged of
The great illusions for the great hope
Doing their sea-way from
One side of our home
to an other side of the same world. We may
To gain the upper hand, doing a new way
Around, above and through
The old Illusions they had, going the road
across the hope,
raising our love through each other to Lord
Hearing the only sound
Of the oblivion tuning fork
That sounds always
Into the core of the mystery lough
Into the deepness of our souls
You know, I know, She knows
Where that key is
The only key it is
One, that is fit to the lock
The only key to Your heart
© Copyright: Наталья Глубокова, 2021
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