The wind of words is carrying fluff and seeds
Across the glade, where fire wings take flight.
I never listen to the song it sings.
I listen to the embers in the night.
The spoken words keep turning into lies,
The buzzing flies, mosquitos out of sight.
Switch off the noise and look at fireflies.
And listen to the embers in the night.
And once we realise we stand beneath
The castle walls of words to start the fight,
Instead, let's make a fire on this heath
And listen to the embers in the night.
The Wind of Words
© Copyright: Лиловая Клякса, 2023
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