It is cold for my soul,

Wrap it carefully,

Without any hole.

It feels so lonely.

 

 

Drafts can blow everywhere,

It's so easy to catch a cold.

Then you quietly declare

That it was a mental cold.

 

 

Wrap your thoughts in a warm scarf.

Don't keep your feelings in the cold!

Your soul shouldn't be ever tough,

"The soul is like a flower"- it was told.

 

 

The flowers love warmth and sun.

They pine without love and care,

Very soon the spring will run,

You'll see the blossom of a pear.

 

 

Don't open your soul accidentally!

Don't open it to snows and winds!

Dreams will certainly come fatally.

My God, you'll have a lot of hints.

 

 

God is in your soul even in storms.

If someone sometimes frowns

It means he's got ice in his heart

And he can not be your part.

 

 

Don't push offended souls away,

Don't hurt those in whom the light.

Or else the day will come to pay.

Something dangerous will bite.

 

 

You can share a piece of hope,

You can give a handful of warmth.

Don't suggest soap and a rope.

Together you overcome the storms.

 

 

If God lives in your soul

Don't let to disturb Him!

Play your role,

Care about your team.

 

 

Even if the world is broken

The soul has to be awoken.

 

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska