What is there? (Behind the wall of blindness and fear)

September 11, 1998

Anastasia Murzin

There is an advice; there is a word of wisdom,

There is a shake; there is a smile too.

There is a never-ending fear,

There is a never-ending woo.

There is a story of the heart,

A never-ending story too.

The heart that has been broken,

Revived, scarred, and carefully looked into.

There are tears and smiles, cries and laugh.

There are crashes and crushes, hatred and love.

There are new beginnings and very old ends,

There are carvings on stone, words full of sands.

There is sun shining, but leaving shade.

There is little to fear, except life with no death.

There is justice with useless and rusted blade,

There is life that rules the world in a flower wreath.