Poezja

Keep the passion
to reach the moon.

One day the unspeaking
tongue will reveal―

the heart of the terminally
ill earth.

How often you create
new verbs between death
and birth of democracy.

Two sides of a coin. You
take turn to kiss the hands
of benevolent god.

The missed heartbeats
will search the language
of anonymous.

Why do you want to
go unsung?