Smith

I am grateful for everything! Because you forge so tightly, You are straightening my wings Burn in my soul - all the lying! You are forging the purest sense In the crucible of my soul - You have whetted my love ablaze- made me - Libra, the scales of all. I'm sorry, that I fall down, Burning in race as a star I'm broken to blood by the ground, Giving birth to the heat around! They crucify me every minute, Because I bear your light, I call them in Your ageless kingdom as a beam of the sun. I'm only you sparkling needle In Your really skillful hands! You are stitching my life by meaning - You'll sew them all to You, through all times! http: //www.stihi.ru/2008/02/05/2578 translation