No More But Faith
My world is rusted
and don in a hoarfrost coat
to make a bard of hustler
gods had to skip the code
this may seems wild
but gods are making things
not always as mankind
no soul have wings
and yet it's rises all along
or wind - a jolly lad
despite the lack of tongue
still whistles like a mad
my world is straight
and narrow as poet words
demands no more but faith
of ever-anxious gods
Copyright © Marcin Malek | Year Posted 2013
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