Long time ago, a man started to run..
Didn’t know the destination or why did he begin..
The sweat on his face glistening under the sun..
Captivating like gold, thus joined another man..
Hungry and tired they found a melon..
To share or keep became the survival question..
One killed another and thought he had won..
That victory, that power, was it all for fun?
Since then men joined a journey that never ends..
Like hamster on a wheel, captivated; we run..
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Cursed is the one,
Who feels and feels deeply..
In a world, made of nothing
Been to the mountains of Everest,
and grasses evergreen..
My mother’s wrinkled hands,
the prettiest sight
I’ve ever seen..
They walk around the streets,
Wearing perfume on their sleeves..
Looking to share everything but trust,
Laughing for hours but crying first..
Holding hands but shadows apart,
With bodies of stone and elastic hearts..
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They say they created borders, to divide the land..
To make it secure..
Ironic, they ended up dividing the people..
Making love obscure..
But never becoming one..
You and I,
Like the glowing horizon…
She looks like a star from a distance, you’d wish to stare at for a while..
Making the darkest nights glow with a simple touch, a single smile..
But when you get closer only to find, that she is no star but a lost meteorite..
Struggling to survive on a lonely planet, now that it’s home is destroyed..
She weaves a perfect web around herself, enslaving her soul inside..
I keep searching for a loophole to free her and escape to the mountains wide..
Neither her love, nor her beauty, there’s nothing that I ask for..
Just an urge to heal a wound, on an angelic soul so kind and pure..
So why don’t you take my hand, and let me ease your pain..
When you’ve got nothing to lose, and I have nothing to gain..
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