Some are never made to bleed
And yet they still succeed.
A thousand more answers
Than there are dancers.
But the dance unfurled,
Rejected by the world.
In secret you exult,
Bearing the hardest thing,
Knowing what’s most difficult:
An unappreciated song you sing.
To stony caves you run away,
Alone in failure there you play
On harp or drum
Immortal tunes through night and day.
twL
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment