I see the creek,
I feel it's fresh.
It's purity's seen
In every splash.
But now I am closer,
I look at it's water
And distance now
Is not a border...
In water space
I see all madness,
I see the face
That plunges into sadness,
It looks at me,
It showes me fangs,
And now I see:
It's not pure lands.
From moment to moment
I look with condemnation,
I need to show my power,
I start conversation:
- How can you look
With dry hate
When your calling
Is to saturate.
But suddenly I
Interrupt this fights,
For I understood:
I see own eyes...
Don't you look for
Respect of perfection,
Arguing with water,
In fact with reflection.
No water will give you
A hint of fresh
If you will carry hate
In your every splash.
I want to proclaim:
Look deep at your creek,
Maybe here is a sip
You want to and seek.
And let be your soul
The pure lake as far,
As you accept fate
Great way that you are!
24.09.2023
