Gunpowder

The frozen flowers are being painted

by unknown painter.

The butterflies are looking for gunpowder

in the winter

to burn themselves

to burn these beautifull frozen flowers.

A Chaotic Circle with the power,

with the guns and gunpowder.

It confines everything except stars.

I want to breake these bars!

Without love our only chance is a miracle.

Can we save the butterflies

from this vicious circle?

Can we change the smell of gunpowder?

Can we change the world?

THE END

One Response to “Gunpowder”

1. Marko G kaže:

   siječanj 4, 2012 u 2:28 poslijepodne

   Lijepa poredjenja i izrazajni stihovi!
   Mozemo li svijet promjeniti?!Ne bitno i ne sami ali ako nas je puno onda je svasta moguce(pratio si vjerojatno kroz medije arapsko proljece).
   Pozdrav!