Boaz Jachin

Вика Прессман
Your face like wax on fire
Melting
The same like my desire.
Illusions disappear, -
Abuses, fear, ambitions, glory,
All empty seconds bang
Like copper coin.
Zero, above,
There's always Love
Illuminates
The entrance through the gates of heart.
We follow the path between two pillars -
Jachin, Boaz.