A picture of my soul is inside, br It has a lot of colors, melody. br Sometimes I am too happy or just tired, br I write by heart the love and tragedy. br br A picture of my soul is the light, br I always search it in my sleepy thought. br It is so mild, eternal, sometimes tight, br I walk the road Holy Angels taught. br br I sleep in dreams about happy choice br And go through time with spirit in my mind. br My poetry is just a silent voice, br I hope you could the truth in lines find.