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The ocean raves with tides of discomfort
The north is prickling with fears of power
The poor are lurking at the rich
The south is hurtling after mirages of hunger
Though the middle is the center of the notch.
A child is inverting the map
The east in the west…and the south in the north
A human with the mouth of a dragon, runs like a horse
The arrow darts in the air
Black as the night that wraps it hidden
Fast as the stealth light inside.
The spill enswathing the blue planet
And the fairy awaiting on the winding road
The wealth of the poles is behind the ice
That should melt to uncover the gold.
The fire of anger should rush through the dragon
To convert the blue into gold
Another sun shines in the horizons
Of another planet onboard.
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The-Eloquent-Warbler
From the land of the aborigines
The real humans who care for the earth and the others
The warbler flutes the melodies of nature
Eloquently relates the stories of culture
And freely roves through a wide adventure
Seeking a smile so soft as a child
And a zephyr that titillates peaceful salutations to the entire humankind
Arab or African or Egyptian...
At the end I am living as the warbler...
The eloquent warbler
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Mary | Sep 4th, 2004
So greatly descriptive and well-written. I love it!
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