In the middle of the night my senses took me deep down to my soul,
I was stunned to see something not neat as I had thought but otherwise.
I heard a voice answering an unasked question
“Alas! it is covered with the curse of divine”.
The walls were thickened with rust and covered with the mud of malediction,
I sighed at that moment and thought it was not too late.
So I buffed my soul with the impression of virtue and uprightness,
And found it glowing like a Sirius star, just before the dawn.
© Simona Prilogan