She had a dream yesterday
where cars had wings
and birds-
they learnt to walk,
occasionally
gazing up at the skies.
How is it they forgot to fly?
Saw the globe
blue,
like a song
she sings now.
Will this Earth become a monument?
Stumbled upon the ashes
gray, cold
caught in ice
melting away the leftovers
of hateful reality in our veins
Will her demons start fading away?
Will she smile and let go?
No comments:
Post a Comment