A look at the world…

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From behind the iron bars,
A glimpse of distant stars,
A teardrop from an angel’s eyes,
An avalanche on its rise.

A bird with snowy wings,
A bell that no one rings,
A lullaby crooned by a mother,
A terrified child who can only stutter.

The inky blackness of the night,
The tears that never seemed to subside,
Music blaring out into the streets,
Poor child staring at his naked feet.

Warrior’s eyes filled with an insane rage,
Little girl setting herself free on the stage,
Students garbed in their black robes,
Lonely woman wearing a smile that is forced.

A flower that would never bloom,
Animals poisoned by toxic fumes,
A house screaming out their absence,
A life that needs balance.

From behind the iron bars,
A glimpse of distant stars,
A teardrop from an angel’s eyes,
An avalanche on its rise.

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Me, Solitude and my conscience.

A bright sunny morning turned to grey,
When all of a sudden rain came my way,

I rowed the boat of solitude all night,
There was no end of the sea in my sight.

Gust of a painful feeling swept through me,
Painful yet beautiful, I remember it to be.

Soon the foggy sky blocked my view,
And all the things I had once known became the things I never knew.

My brain jockeyed again with my heart,
Perplexed I was left, to fall apart.

Black sea whispered to me in the deserted silence of the night,
But the moon reminded me of colors, of love and of sighs.

Then the lights from my mind, light from my heart,
Dominated the darkness like a spark.

So I stopped and awakened my mind,
Decided to move on without waiting for any sign. Image