THE SOLITUDE

They threw so many stones at me,
That I am not afraid any of it no more.
I found the way to let myself be free,
That's when my trick's become a tower with an opened door.
And thanks to builders of this tower million times,
Let all the tragedies and blues leave them forever.
I am the first who can see beauty of sunrise,
And when the last of sun rays comes,
We fall alseep together.
And all the winds from all the northern seas
Rush to my room; I have a grain for dove
And pen for Muse - to end my book about love.