Anna Kudasheva. Bring in the movement itself... (№ 217338)

Bring in the traffic yourself
The lifeless mortal body,
It looked like it was petrified
And sees neither night nor day.
All around is frozen inside
And the world seems inaccessible.
You aimlessly pound water in a mortar
And may not your way to find.
But if to step forward,
To make a small movement
Open new doors,
And you're once again gathering pace.