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lalalalaaaaaaaa Posts: 2,445
edited January 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
In dying stars, we see life...
so far beyond,
but brilliant still.

We sing songs of hope,
and trace our heroes in sky.

So much time is spent
with our heads in the clouds,
our feet go unnoticed.

A tiny leap would cure us,
and bring these worlds together.
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  • CorporateWhore
    CorporateWhore Posts: 1,890
    High ideals sometimes obscure the most obvious solutions!

    Thank you for this poem. I want to address world poverty, only I fail to see the beggar at my door.
    All I know is that to see, and not to speak, would be the great betrayal.
    -Enoch Powell
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    I like this one. :)
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