Poezja

Show me your recent records
If possible
You said

Yes, Madam
One years' , two years', five years', ten years'
That's all

Is that all ?
Your eyebrow raise

Yes, Madam
How long do you suppose I hold ?
You ask

How old are you ?
And show me all for sure !

My family records !
Trace to last century
Your tune changed with tease

Is that all ?
Your eyes full of curiosity

Yes, Madam
What else do you interest in ?
You said

All the records you can find
To show your blood and origin
I replied with calm

Then you have to ask the death
Cause nobody knows
There's history and fairy tale
HIdden in another remote country
You may find the answer in there

The similar face and figure
may tell you
we're from the same blood and origin
But no records can be found
Whatever in anywhere

I glare at you
You stare at me

Life without records
The deepest secret in the world