LATTICE OF THE MIND

A steadfast fortress of my own eyes, I built it.
You never trusted the 'guards of faith'.
On the edge of infinity was the conflict -

of your rare eyes. In the house of faith,

your lattice of the mind was closed.

It's good, we now willingly walk different 

paths. I throw aside 'rumours', the enemy 

of a clear mind. It could have been a diamond,

but you turned it into stone. You took everything, 

but you left distrust behind. There is a closed

room which was a gift from you too.

Some crushed pile of hope, covered beneath 

the sheet of time. A new person in the middle

of the story, I still want in my thoughts,
Fate did not accompany me, I still find a mask.
It's good that we became acquainted, in our once upon a time,
You taught me to recognize those who wear masks.
I always consider myself blessed, no matter how lonely I am,
I will never get such an education anywhere, I will travel the whole world.
The clouds speak their minds, in the blue sky,
The melody that cannot be sung, in the song of a life.
The cotton clouds do not flow, on the level of some dry land,
They fly alone, in the hot pasture of this life.