Poetry
Poetry
WRITTEN ON A WALL
With a steel blade I will lead my enemy.
With a steel pen I will lead my mind.
My blade has let history be,
In its stead I have seized my brush.
With a steel pen I will lead my mind.
My blade has let history be,
In its stead I have seized my brush.
Poetry
HORSE TIME
The horseman lays down his head,
the mirage of horses lays down its head,
the horseblue hills lay down their heads
The steed lays down its head,
the pasture of steeds lays down its head,
the steed stones lay down their heads.
The horseblue steppe lays down its head,
the dust of horses lays down its head,
the horse time lays down ts head
the mirage of horses lays down its head,
the horseblue hills lay down their heads
The steed lays down its head,
the pasture of steeds lays down its head,
the steed stones lay down their heads.
The horseblue steppe lays down its head,
the dust of horses lays down its head,
the horse time lays down ts head
Poetry