Sun, 07/26/2015 - 03:14 -- astarz

We are all part of someone's dream, a realm of the universe unseen. 
We displease, we heal, we unveil the hidden and yet all that can be seen is what is heard....
       disregarding all lives that were formed for a moment in the limelight that was never owned.
Some call themselves flawless but the notion in itself is full of flaws and we remain untouched by the obvious.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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