where flood goes beyond murky dirt,
transforms into the lightness of a sea’s
cerulean hands guiding transparent streams,
where lighthouses mark the arrival
on a safer place to land, free of clawing
ghosts of the past’s unstitched seams,
where guns burst life instead of endings,
rescuing preys from predators, away
from disturb mind’s cruel schemes,
where kitchens leak of onion and garlic
a prelude to satiated stomachs courtesy
of porcelain plates filled to the brim,
where calendar leaves exhale oxygens
filling gasping lungs with breathing hope,
for the fresh January moonbeams,
where mother earth’s dress dances
with unbearable weightlessness, free from
dark hate, clothed in faith’s balming cream,
where humans are humans being,
living in a new world, a new peace-filled world—
please let not this be an impossible dream.
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What a wonderful world it will be!
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I cannot agree more! Happy 2020, dear Diana!
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Thank you and same to you, my friend!
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Thank you, Diana!
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You’re welcome!
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❤
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Where humans are human beings … I so much hope it’s not a dream… wonderful read
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I pray someday it will be a reality. Quite chaotic world we have become. Thank you, Bjorn!
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Nice line: “where mother earth’s dress dances”
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Oh thank you, Frank! A blessed 2020 to you!
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Wow, sister, this is terrific! You bring wonderful things together, food and Earth and time, and take ominous things such as guns and transform them. This is fantastic. A vision for the Earth and us!
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Oh your words make my heart full, brother! I am grateful! I hope your holidays have been blessed!
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Wonderful vision!
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Thank you so much!
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