It's just a little piece of paper
And the wizard keeps it in his pocket
He likes to dance to the sound of music
He thinks he's free!
A rainy storm came by
The words were washed away...
He though he needed the piece of paper
To actually be, to achieve, to adore,
Nevertheless he discovered a realm
Where words aren't groups of letters
Where you can see with your eyes closed
The musicality of the verse
That wanders the current of your soul!
Luana Del Lobo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verse-the-current-of-the-soul/
