autor:: quidko

rubrika:: poezia

Written in my hands
Are the words of grace
Words of hate
Words of fate

Maybe I have forgotten to read
Maybe I don’t want to remember
Maybe I just don’t care
What’s written there.

Sometimes I try to wash them away
With some glasses of wine
Sometimes I look for decoder
Trying to understand

The lines on my hands
Follow me like the strings
I have forgotten to cut
From unsowed costume of my life

napísanísané:: 3.10.2005

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