Wind
silence
and sand.
No strength even to die.
Waiting
hoping
in vain.
And a candle you light for yourself thereby.
Enough
the ivory tower
all ablaze,
Good for nothing, you see!
Holes
molehills
and stones,
Good though, we call it world.
Author: Vladislav Katzarski
Friday, September 18, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment