Tuesday, 28 May 2013

I consider yet
the yellow pollen
sinking on the shoulders
and green 
emerald water
slowly raining
touching and 
creating
translucent melodies.
It's the price
that will pay
thousands innocent souls 
and trembling bodies
bleeding
of a black and white
future feeling hurdle of corrupted politics
germing of pink.

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