Her eyes filled with passion
Her head filled with fear
As the lost ideas and thoughts
Became honest and clear
She loves deeply and quietly
The stars and the sky
The moon and the sun
and when the clouds start to cry,
The night has begun.
The morning arrives affectionately,
and the flowers start to blossom,
They blossom so delicately
the birds start to sing,
their songs sung so eloquently,
as though the universe crafted the lyrics
and the heavens, the melody
The busy streets filled with noise
and the oceans with silence
why are these beautiful lands
now filled with violence?
Why has hate become more celebrated than love?
When a gender or race,
determine status above
This magnificent world,
So forgiving and free,
So magical and open,
but why aren't we?
She is simply in love
But not with someone or something
She is in lofe with life itself.
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