Thousands of people in this world.
Thousands of contacts but,
no one calls.
Thousands of colleges,
but no knowledge.
Thousands of jungles but,
no foliage.
Thousands of colors in this world of monochrome.
Thousands of machines but,
no peace.
Thousands stand but,
a million kneel.
Thousands of colors in this world of monochrome .
Thousands have hands but,
they are bound.
Thousands are lost but,
few are remembered.
Thousands of glasses but,
no liquor to cure man.
Thousands of fans but,
no true hero.
Thousands of plates of food but,
many sleep hungry.
Thousands of politicians but,
no power.
Thousands of relationships but,
not one faithful.
Thousands of beauties but,
few called beautiful.
Thousands talk but,
few listen.
Thousands of problems but,
no easy solution.
Thousands think but,
few actions.
Thousands are plenty to paint this world of monochrome to color.
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Poetry" Death. I wasn't alive. My heart was beating on his lies. I longed a life, where I would be Alive, for the truth, in his lies." A few pages inspired from the Great Gatsby. 🏅 Ranked #4 in greatgatsby #1...
