Look into the distance,
The heat of this world,
Makes mirages of Love,
We crawl towards these,
Dreaming these might be real,
We never reach them,
Laying on the hot tar macadam,
Souls parched and inner eyes,
… Almost rolled back in the world’s assualt,
On our souls,
Then angels sing,
Far in the distance,
Drums of thunder,
The soul soars from the shell!
Far far above the worldly things….
Until all things melt into fire below,
No rich no poor,
No Dreams…..

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