Thursday, January 30, 2014

Nightly poem #1

What is life
if not the dust
from which we rise,
so magnificent, to conquer
other grains of dust.
Our noble atoms
seek to climb
to the skies and higher,
in rays of light
they try to climb.
But do we let them
go their way
or do we silence
with pens of violence
their noble thoughts.

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