My poetic sidewalks

I arranged the lines of my poetry

And learned the rhyme for a long time

And when I mastered it, it became a song

I lit the lighthouse

To ring the embassy clock

Then I slept when it whistled

The dawn wore a velvet dress

I saw it extending to the clock

A shining star I thought was a witch

Carried my shining threads

Give me a wonderful smile

And thus the hours of baseness ended

And people returned to ask for a wish

And the time of our baseness made us forget

And they dressed us in the garment of purity

In my country, I fought treason

And played on the strings of alimony

And I let my hand shake off the spark

And I did not know about filth

Until depression distracted me

And I left myself dealing with the jailer

Who left my bleeding hand

Writing in blood and carrying the raft

And the pen became a cactus

On the borders of tragedy

The wings of dawn appeared

Patience spoke and said: Oh, suffering

When will it calm down The storm

And the lightning flashes inside me

And makes the soul pure.