If only I were not so bad
At words,
I'd show the whole world in my head
In verse.
I'd sing of mountains, northern lights,
Green lawns,
Of seas and oceans, sunsets, nights
And dawns.
I would retell without despair
Or lies
The book I once read in a pair
Of eyes.
And if I could, I would describe
In brief
The endless battlefield of life
And grief.
I would reveal my very soul
In style
To someone who would read it all
And smile.
And then I'd open hearts and doors
With rhymes,
I'd try to put an end to wars
And crimes.
My voice would sound from every line
With force...
But no, it's just a dream of mine,
Of course.
Of Course
© Copyright: Полина Кочина, 2016
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