Once beloved ones
Now just two people in the crowd
Walking past each other
With only the trees remembering
what made us love one another…
Category: Humans
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Flying home…
Waiting in the airport
Listening to announcements
Of flights I have taken in the past
Of flights I will take in the future
Planes taking off full of hope
Planes landing with shattered dreams
Passengers waiting to leave
Lovers going to meet
An old man
Once young
He has travelled everywhere
But he will die here
Listening to the airplane above
Flying home…
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Weak gods…
So weak we are. Always ready to accept the things that we cannot do. The things we are not able to. Only because we are like that. Because we were born this way. Weak gods. Fallen. Unaware that once upon a time we roamed Earth barefooted. Trying to survive. Believing that we could. Not because we were part of this cosmos. Not because we loved Earth. But because we looked at the stars instead…
Poetic Philosophy 