I do not believe in picturesque letters
on the parchment.
In counting, polling and marching.
I do not believe in mosaics and stained glass
or in various rainbows after the storm and rain.
I do not even believe in the songs of tired musicians,
in the waves on the docks
and in imaginary looks of melancholic cony-catchers.
I only believe in pore on stone,
centuries-old testimony
and forgiveness after cognition.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
I do not believe in picturesque letters
on the parchment.
In counting, polling and marching.
I do not believe in mosaics and stained glass
or in various rainbows after the storm and rain.
I do not even believe in the songs of tired musicians,
in the waves on the docks
and in imaginary looks of melancholic cony-catchers.
I only believe in pore on stone,
centuries-old testimony
and forgiveness after cognition.
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