Thousand words
Laid on a paper,
Pushed from the tongue
Thousand times.
"Anger", "sadness",
"Disappointment".
Even "caress"
Had torn us.
Like thousand leaves,
Laid on a water,
They disappeared away
Thousand times.
"Love", "lies",
Any "trust".
Everything dies
Every day for us.
Thousand thoughts
Born and died later
By will of sick minds
Thousand times.
Burning,
Freezing,
Shining,
Dying
Thousand lives
Of thousand slaves
Of their minds
Thousand times.
So close your eyes,
Find the pillar
Of your will.
Lock minds wraith.
After thousand tries
And thousand battles
At last you'll find
Where the freedom lays.
Thousand
© Copyright: Микеланджело Мурсьелаго, 2011
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