king of the words

2011.1.24
Can you feel the soft scent of cherry-trees
Amid the ash, amid the blood
Amid one thousand broken dreams
Lying in the corner of a book,
Since long forgotten

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Can you smell the delicate touch of her fingers
Soflty, tenderly caressing the frozen lake
Its surface, stuck between past and future
Future, past and present, intermingle
In its dark and raging waters, all still

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Can you hear, the silver light of the moon
Yet to fade, in a dream, yet to live
Shading tears of light and crystal
Calling for the stars to come back
So many wishes, lying on the ground

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Can you see the silent melody of my words
One thousand nine hundred and eighty seven
And the golden bird, soaring in the sky
Like the king of the words
Like the king of the worlds
And feathers, made of gold, light and silver
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