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
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:: 1524 ludí