A beautiful world
In the distance the future ripples
and the wind of time calls our name
shadows chasing search for place
and the sky falls a little closer.
Emotions stretch the violins voice
the universe listens and cries
creation drowns in a wake of dreams
distorted and gouged by the greed of I.
© Rik - 02/05/2007
Poetry by Rik
Read 1171 times
Written on 2007-05-02 at 05:50
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