When a room full of people becomes still
It is a thing that makes the hearts of the powerful pound
As their eyes widen in fear
And the hearts of the repressed sing with a secretive joy
As their eyes sparkle with a shared notion
Because when a room becomes still:
Its occupants are thinking
And thought is the most dangerous weapon of all
The fall of a thousand empires starts with a single idea
So let them hear music
And put on a show
So none of your guests
Will be in the know
YOU ARE READING
∞MY INFINITE FASINATION: POETRY∞
PoesíaFlower language and deep thoughts mixed and ready just for you. I'll try to update as much as my muse allows me cuties!
