Poezja

Listen to me my little dear,
You must
not have any fear,
Listen,
To the wind,

I-am-coming.
Listen,
my little sweet,
Do not hear what your thoughts may keep,

Listen,

To your heartbeat,
I-am-coming.
Listen, my little treat,
Do not
think of the things I eat,

I-am-coming.
Listen, you little
meat.
Do not scream,
Do not cry,
While I hum a
lullaby.

Listen, to the words,
For you never again will hear
birds
Sing.