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Let there be keys without locks Let there be dictionaries without words Let there be homes without doors Let there be silence When we speak of love Let there be grace in our walk So that our poems will not ashamed of the craft Let there be matchboxes without sticks Because our children need them empty To preserve their childhood memories Let there be a metaphor in a worker’s sweat Because dewdrops alone can not carry poem on her shoulder Let there be a marriage (illegitimate though) Between a gun and a flower Because lonely streets look bad And a caged bird is always sad Let there be a reward to roots Because you look beautiful with flower in your hair Let there be a reward to cloud Because we all need to wash our hands, before prayer Let there be anger in our hand and peace in our head Let there be a blunt knife in our pocket Just in case… Let there be nakedness between all of us So we can look into each other’s eyes And say: “Our daughters are safe in each other’s garden” Let there be nakedness between all of us So when we make love “We make love to our beloved one only” Let there be no history Because we exchange hugs and kisses in present Let there be no geography Because contours of love are powerful enough To define our boundaries Let there be no mathematics also Because nature never counts her blessings And let there be a finite infinity in our life And enough strength in our legs So our walk to horizon would not stumble And we fall like an autumn leaf.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
Wishes
Let there be keys without locks Let there be dictionaries without words Let there be homes without doors Let there be silence When we speak of love Let there be grace in our walk So that our poems will not ashamed of the craft Let there be matchboxes without sticks Because our children need them empty To preserve their childhood memories Let there be a metaphor in a worker’s sweat Because dewdrops alone can not carry poem on her shoulder Let there be a marriage (illegitimate though) Between a gun and a flower Because lonely streets look bad And a caged bird is always sad Let there be a reward to roots Because you look beautiful with flower in your hair Let there be a reward to cloud Because we all need to wash our hands, before prayer Let there be anger in our hand and peace in our head Let there be a blunt knife in our pocket Just in case… Let there be nakedness between all of us So we can look into each other’s eyes And say: “Our daughters are safe in each other’s garden” Let there be nakedness between all of us So when we make love “We make love to our beloved one only” Let there be no history Because we exchange hugs and kisses in present Let there be no geography Because contours of love are powerful enough To define our boundaries Let there be no mathematics also Because nature never counts her blessings And let there be a finite infinity in our life And enough strength in our legs So our walk to horizon would not stumble And we fall like an autumn leaf.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
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