...and the days want to come
soaked on memorable scenes
giving short breath to the vulnerable and tricky shortcuts to the impulsive
the gates ahead you can tell are getting open by the blinded to evil and the glory of selfish selves
a wide country of birds stand ahead unexpected of darkness
darkness there have being and is the face of many strengths they believe
If you listen these birds taking off their settle whispers you will notice sound like the sharp sound of thousand swords winning the battle against the hatred
they are clean of blood
and even better they shine of glory and pride
so they parade towards the high levels of our mother earth to ring the bells over the heads of those who may be lost or confused or disappointed perhaps heartbroken
so they can hear the future of themselves
tickling and tickling to the rhythm of their thoughts and so they will walk
they will listen carefully and walk towards the mundane roads to make them flourish and bring with them the knowledge of dreaming of claiming of desiring and welcoming
the dream of the curious and the brave
the ways of the free and the cheerful
and the days will be coming drier with suffocating waves of tragic recklessness
but we will remain flamboyantly still and pure in our gayness as the species that we are.
by The Shortfellow
Denver, Colorado USA
25/01/15
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