Unwanted Reality

Sun, 07/26/2015 - 03:16 -- astarz

The blue wanted to believe that the truth was trying to turn, run and touch the wronged
but death opened the room which broke the silent ground
It worked slowly I mean it could not speak 
                                             could not even touch the ground if it wished
It just grew while reality filled ones feelings
Men stood green instead of trees and the strongest heart was that of an infant

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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