When I Am Still I Become Words
I am a simple person
I move only in black and white
Dancing shadow on a wall
or light in the sky
Yellowness of Sunday on the other hand
makes me slow and motionless
Which drives me crazy and forces to write
Those faded sunny rays always seem to drain me
yet paint everything else
Just to color my mind with my own pounding blood
I move only when I am speechless
In black and white
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nhjY4L8sf4
P.S. I know it's already been with another poem, but this man's music inspires me in so many ways. Wojciech Sieracki, thank you.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2019
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