The Work of Art.
If i could write a simple word
that changed the status quo of things
such as the hatred in the world
i would only laugh and sing
and poetry become the thought
of the god brings nature
to the earth the beauty wrought
by the soul and freedom’s wings
flutter in the breeze of earth
like the song eternal rings
in the minds of those whose birth
justifies what poets think
the thoughts of these should then be heard
in the sound of nature’s peace
felt in hearts who free the bird
of love within their lives of ease
listen to the silence now
louder than the wars we fight
so simple is the world somehow,
when we only see the light
shining in the darkness we
shed across this endless night
we believe is life but see
nothing with our blinded sight
until the night is all but gone
and the simple light has shone
like a lasting golden morn
we awake to such a dawn
speaks to us within our hearts
teases us with words that part
the silence as the dark departs
to reveal a work of art…
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