Destroyed castle of images
and words seeing turnable pieces
of meaningless languages.
Who will build you up again
castle of million colors
castle of being and time?
We forgot you now
that the day arise single and happy
but your line, of dark sine,
is write by the flesh of History.
And the song sounds your skin of verse
skin that broke our silence and we cry
we felt down your river of sense
and we are nothing to be beside you.
Castle of images and words your speak
is one fluid stream of ancient knowledge
but we forget your rooms and we leave
your shelter because now we are making
the light side of the pillow of life.
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