Words are so frightful when they make no sense,
When they are hidden out of a sudden,
When uttering them seems so hard and tense,
As all the words by now belong to someone.
For someone they were wounds of pain and curse,
The marks of the beginning and the ending.
So many people - and so many words,
For you it's though the first time, when you say them.
The beauty and the ugliness we witnessed,
And ways, and faded grass - that all we saw.
But poetry still carries its uniqueness,
Immortal touch, which moves a human soul.
Лiна Костенко. Страшнi слова, коли вони мовчать...
© Copyright: Александра Давыденко, 2012
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