Originally posted on silentlyheardonce:
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the weight of the world
conquering the ills
tears falling, keeping the sea rolling
toiling upon the land, readying the soil
where seeds of hope sprout
nurturing crops yielding peace
I will blow in the sky and fill the firmament
with enlightenment linking us
every breathing and living
will know not the difference
one hand of the many
joy will rule, envy will die
the conductor’s journey
traveling virgin plains
attracting good
dreams flowing through veins
balancing the scales
outweighing the ills of the world
when the dreams die
does hope take over
where there is no hope
do we turn to prayer
in quiet meditation
do we find our dreams
and hope
that our prayers are answered.
how do we become connected
when our life line is severed
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 08/02/14
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