Drivel
It is not fair,
You’re not even there!
But you're here on this land
In the water and sand.
On the trains, on the planes;
On the wardrobe’s shelves…
In the chink of a door,
In my closest outdoor,
In my truth and divine,
In the line number nine…
You are standing, me too,
And I'm singing to you:
“This is a drivel
You’re not even real”...
(Translated on august 2007)
Drivel
© Copyright: Роза Грёз, 2014
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