streda, 18. júla 2012

Making sense(s)


I taste a special flavour

On my tongue

But I miss eggs &  flour

Something is wrong

With this cake



I smell strong parfume

With my nose

But  I assume

To fancy rose

Fresh air is needed



I touch the velvet

With my hands

But I neglect

To dance on sands

Barefoot



I see a miracle

With my own eyes

But nothing mystical

Can ever rise

You from the ground 



I hear an angel´s song

With my ears

But you must walk along

To notice tears

Falling in silence