WORDS

autor:: quidko

rubrika:: poezia

Where do the words come from?
What are they good for?
The children are for watching
Not to be spoken to

Say what you have to and go!
Talk but say nothing...

Words...

Miracle-codes
To the hearts and souls
Music of thoughts
Paintings of minds
Hidden in brains
Locked in books

Let them sound!
Let them speak!
Use the decoder!
Just, please,
Don’t hurt them...
They are so vulnerable

Broken are sharp
Uncertain, unclear...

...like destroyed masterpiece
They build barricade

Between you and me

napísanísané:: 4.10.2005

prečítalo:: 1430 ludí