The words, the colours look the same
What lives beside is odd and wrong
It seems to call, to say again
That losing you will not take long
The things that can be never seen
That can be caught by feeling
Don't live in words, they lie between
Have no name but meaning
They seem to change just by themselves
That's not the way it always ends
They stay beyond all wills and plans
Like snow melting in your hands
Unlike it's ever been before
No disappointments, no deceit
Just little things and nothing more
Keep looking obvious - that's it.
To The Invisible
© Copyright: Lief, 2004
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