Thursday, June 4, 2020

Mindful layers of eternity

It is all separate
The introduction, the body and the layers
Hidden layers
Desperate layers
Hungry layers
Color layers
White layers
Same rights layers 
Better life layers
All the same layers  have something in common
Or should have

For letters
two vowels 

We are the lack of smiling eyes 
The nose that doesn’t smell 
That earth now is a hell
The mouth that doesn’t talk
Waiting the souls for a new walk

It is what we can only feel

There is always something wrong
Carrying behind the young
It is all about power
In the cement will always grow  a new flower
Doesn’t matter the time 
The hope will always be mine