You feel lost,
Instead of grass,
Walking sadly, amongst the weeds.
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Hate brings on more Hate,
Humanity’s shameful slate!Used as miserable bait,Just to dominate.
Ultimate perpetual movement,
Musically perfect,Silhouettes fly by,Delicate caresses,For the spirit and the eye.
Oh, the eyes, the eyes,
Open windows, magical touchTo mysteries that surround us,Wanting to know what the World is made of,Mirrors of feelings, especially love.Looking deeply, attentively,Our eyes enable us to be,More in touch, with what we seeBe it oceans, mountains or sky,When we see them we want to know ‘Why’?Why does the sun enable us to live,Why are we…
I may not be able to change anything,
And no Talking Parrot can own it,Or tell me how to think or be.
It’s easy to feel,
When poets dream,The world becomes betterAnd Love goes further,
The Pleasure,
The PoetMust be the sameThe BirdFeelsWhen it sings,Me, thinks?