Monday, December 16, 2013

Marionette,

I think I am a marionette,
Attached by different strings,
To Your fingers,
And as You move them,
I dance and swing,
Sometimes
I hold a guitar too,
And if You sing,
I just lend a voice,
Sometimes,
I hold poems,
And whence You give them tunes,
They become songs,

Afterall I am a marionette
Attached by different strings
To Thou.

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