Thursday, 14 February 2013

A Better World

The one who lives is the one who dreams of a better world
A light footed dancer who circled minds while their thoughts whirled

There is not a single place scratched by his big brother's pawn
Where a touch of his healing hand was never called upon

We summon it with a pen, playing with our finest words
We put together chords in accordance with its standards
We paint and we sculpture seeking its traces and records

We just gaze at a distance and we simply -

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