About poems

Each poem has its own story.
No two stories are the same.
Everything is God's Will, not mine
And here there are no repetitions.

There are poems-prayers,
That pour from the soul to Heaven,
There are those at night
They came as if in a dream
You just have to write it down...

There are poems - morning, at dawn,
That were born with the sunrise,
Sometimes, on the way when I go
Life itself rhymes to the end.

It just so happens that they are written
And I already know what kind of picture they have,
Or maybe the poem will come first
And only then does the pattern come to him.

There are many poems that lie...
Will anyone understand? And does anyone need it?
Or maybe their time has not come?
Hasn't a decent picture been painted for them?

It doesn't matter how I write them.
They are clues on the way to God.
And just to remind you once again:
IN LOVE AND UNITY AND THE ROAD.

(V. Davydova 04/03/2021)