A deceiving beauty of words
Burns the flame of cynical souls,
It creates, destroys and withdraws,
It amazes, draws and appalls.
Twisting pathways leading to grief,
Empty echoes, colourful kites.
I have always wanted to live
In a castle built in the sky.
Time has come to heal and create
- The mundane is soothing, but bleak -
Then to burn the aces of spades,
And to close the game with a click.
7 сентября, 2008.
A beauty of words
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2009
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