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

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


Popular posts from this blog

Like sleepy , a lullaby...

The Palm Tree*

What a sunshine, what a sky,