Words

Ирина Стародубцева 3
Some words are born under violent pressure,
The others - of their own accord,
But they create a subtle impression,
Of tearing a transparent cord;

Some words are born in the glory of love;
The others - in abyss of wrath;
No time of the world is ever enough,
To tell their us what is their worth;

Some words can measure the human life
And find it very light;
And crazy wisdoms shoot like rifles:
Even, quick and bright;

Without words you’re incomplete,
At least to some extent;
But they are brief, and never neat,
Like traces on the sand.


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This is beautiful. Oh, words... Necessary but yet so easy to misunderstand.A weapon and a medicine. Wonderful piece.

Depeche mode made it clear with the lyrics: "Words are meaningless, unforgettable". Kind of reminded me of that song.

With love,

Бет Рожкова   27.07.2020 17:19   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Right!
You were quite shrewd to mention lyrics of Depeche Mode’s song “Enjoy the Silence”. I’ve listened to their songs since adolescence, and they never cease to inspire my creativity.

With kind regards,

Ирина Стародубцева 3   28.07.2020 16:16   Заявить о нарушении
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