Among cold streets and clouds of dust <br />Is way of glory, warm and light, <br />To find it you should mind trust <br />And go along with hope might. <br /> <br />This road is to angel`s home <br />Where sun-rays pierce each flesh of tear, <br />You are a child who`re loved by mom, <br />You aren`t a victim, slave of fear. <br /> <br />And there is a little hut <br />It stays among a lot of smiles. <br />To reach it you should going start <br />And pass a thousand trouble miles. <br /> <br />You should just look inside yourself <br />And think about mystic flame. <br />You should believe and go on shelf <br />Until the sea will play a game. <br /> <br />You should change acts and view of world, <br />Kill everything that hurts all us. <br />You should find love, in heart it hold, <br />Then we will be victorious. <br /> <br />The hut is waiting for its guests <br />To show a real world of dream, <br />To take them on of wonder fests, <br />To make them with the kindness swim. <br /> <br />And if you get to strange huts, <br />You`ll have to know amazing things, <br />The road goes through our hearts, <br />The way is life and patience means.<br /><br />Ekaterina Polischuk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-hut/
