Básničky píšu, není-li napsáno jinak, sám. :)

pátek, 3. září 2010

171# | This World Is Theirs


Destroy the world,
split it in two,
because when there is no light to shed on,
there can't be a shadow to,
fill this empty space,
we're falling through,
this quiet place,
neither I can do,
a thing to make this plane fly high,
alone on this ship made of,
thoughts of people born to die,
that are hanging,
down the tree of every branch sawn,
naively thinking,
that there is a safe way down
to the life.
(I am sorry :( )