I fell to listen to the God
And here is what I heard from him -
He told by rhymes, made stops by drums
His easy words made me to think
For me the God became existing
I convert to love the art
The art of poem, the art of sending
Thoughts to spread to crowd
I dream my words will have been spoken
That flows to melody of man
And I'll be heard and I'll be talking
About that rhyme that took my breath
To Martin Gore
© Copyright: Анна Давентрийская, 2019
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