I wonder why
All of these people cry
Sometimes i wonder how something so beautiful
Is despised
How is it that when the waves come in
People shout
Why do they act with such despite
When the clouds dissappear from sight
I've never understood why all these people
Hate themselves
It's downright despicable
No one so beuatiful should be able to say
Those hurtful threats to one another
It's just wrong
When the tide draws back out
I hope to see someone in awe
Of such enchantment
But i am wrong when i say that
Even i am sad that
I am stuck in in this world
With no steps left
Believe me
Believe us it is hard
To survive in such a enchanting like masterpiece
That we call earth
So when the sun finally escapes
In it's never ending sleep
And starts to rise above the crystal churring waters
I and those around me
Come together to understand why
We are made to be here.
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PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
