A Little Hut

Poem By Ekaterina Polishchuk

Among cold streets and clouds of dust
Is way of glory, warm and light,
To find it you should mind trust
And go along with hope might.

This road is to angel`s home
Where sun-rays pierce each flesh of tear,
You are a child who`re loved by mom,
You aren`t a victim, slave of fear.

And there is a little hut
It stays among a lot of smiles.
To reach it you should going start
And pass a thousand trouble miles.

You should just look inside yourself
And think about mystic flame.
You should believe and go on shelf
Until the sea will play a game.

You should change acts and view of world,
Kill everything that hurts all us.
You should find love, in heart it hold,
Then we will be victorious.

The hut is waiting for its guests
To show a real world of dream,
To take them on of wonder fests,
To make them with the kindness swim.

And if you get to strange huts,
You`ll have to know amazing things,
The road goes through our hearts,
The way is life and patience means.

Comments about A Little Hut

I was reading this poem and i kept thinking about the hut in lady Chatterley lover
Excellent first stanza, love its words
The hut a metaphor for a place of sanctuary or happiness. Perhaps different for each individual but where in warm shining light all are welcome and safe. Sounds a lot like home.
i don't have words to express my gratitude towards you for sharing such a nice poem.keep inking.
very beautiful... love what you're saying!


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