A Picture

Утемуратов Антон
I dreamt by drawing a simple picture:
I never saw a line of that.
It was my world but not my fiction
Of colours black and white and red.
And no thought came to my mind
To find a man inside that world –
From ancient years I was told
To go alone this way of mine.
The black was evil, white was God,
And I was red and red was hot.
I longed to white and fell to black
And rose again and then was back
But every new wave I began
For worth and better feel a Man.

My trip was a long and winding road
That crossed a number rooms and walls;
My soul held its way to God
Overcoming a great many goals.
I drew my picture – that was hard
To find the right and shorter way;
To make it easier every day
I had to listen to my heart.
My line of red reflected light,
Accompanied by black and white.
I felt much better, saw that clear
That felt my God somewhere hear (near)
And every new wave I began
For worth and better feel a Man.

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