Comments about Magic Box
For my thousand dreams and broken wing,
As some final words what would you sing?
How gentle I was or how righteous my acts,
In midst of strong winds how I stayed intact!
How much I loved and how I’ll be missed,
How boldly I saw death and gently kissed,
What would you say? The truth or some lie?
While mourning for me when I simply die?
Silence will win where life looses the game,
Unspoken words cause tears from my frame!
I pick them up one by one
Put it into my magic box
Pour a barrel of paint
The same of my soul's color
Sometimes black, sometime blue
May be red or something new
Shake well up and down
Take them out as small blocks