We opened our eyes to see
Home, committees and communities
Our door has welcomed lots of faces
Each has left their mark and traces
Bringing us new feelings
Of love, sadness and nervousness
Rolling towards us in forms of
Goosbumps and Vibrations
Lightness and agitation
Now that I remember some names
I just stirred up the old
Orange, red and dark flames
Three types of people
And only three exist
From all those thousands
Of few legends, diamonds
and barbarians
Several get rotten to the core
Away from our sight
Whilst the others persist near
And watch us thrive
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
PoesíaTaste these poems. |Highest ranking #142 in poetry, #44 in quotes| A poetry book from the soul. There's poetry and then there is this. Some are designed from my imagination, for my love of creating stories. And some are inspired from real life. I wa...
