You see a dead dove on the side-walk,
She’s fading, people around you don’t care.
You see the light collide in shades inside your head,
And then you ask yourself, “Are their eyes
failing them?”
“Or is it just me?”
“Well, they must be blind, for they can’t see what I can see”
……………………………………………………
You scream at the top of your voice, loud enough
It must shatter their ear drums, but it doesn’t
You think it must be the wind blowing, that no one can feel,
And then you ponder on your cries, “Are their ears
failing them?”
“Or is it just the wind?”
“Well, they must be deaf, for they can’t hear what I can hear.”
………………………………………………………………..
You try to find a friend, no one knows you then
They all leave you behind, don’t they?
You try to talk with them, but nothing comes back to you again.
And then you try to reason, “Are their tongues
failing them?”
“Or is it the end that they seek?”
“Well, they must be dumb, for they can’t speak what I can speak.”
Amazing, beautiful and yet so sad. Well written:-)
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Thank you very much.
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https://superduque777.wordpress.com/2015/11/05/living-again-2/
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Thought it has a touch of melancholy hues, yet my friend it is beautiful!
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Thank you very much
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Your welcome friend!
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this would be great as spoken word. loved it, dude.
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Thank you.
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Welcome.
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Appreciate it, very much.
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Beautiful 😊
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Thank you.
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