How much we would like to say.

How little we say in reality.

How often we are afraid

And hide our souls in vanity.

 

How seldom we speak with each other

Because we are always in a hurry.

We make just a short breather

Thinking of our own worries.

 

How little we give the warmth

To those who badly need it,

Thinking of our own life storms

Write a short chit and forget it.

 

Wouldn’t it be better

To look at each others faces,

To ask questions that matter

And not to live as on the races.

 

Wouldn’t it be better for all

To see each others souls,

To break the indifferent wall

And make it the main goal.

 

Wouldn’t it be better if we start to speak

And tell the things we wanted to tell,

But we are still so tired and weak

And hide our souls in our own shells.

 

 

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)