Hello, it's been a while. But, since when has it not? I guess I'm just not in any mood to write anything... I've been in a funky mood, can't really describe it...as if you cared. lol Anyway, feedback is nice every once in a while.
Hearts Fly
by Moni
Sifted though the sands of time, an outdated concept with conscious intertwined
A motive unrealized by a nation, a time unvalued by the newest generation. It sits
In a place only known in dreams where the human heart imagines it can fly; and for a time it does.
A wilted flower lay crushed beneath the feet pounding a busy street.
No one notices, no one even makes an effort to save one lowly thing; one thing so puny.
Why should they bother, they haven’t the time? They have grown cold and callous, rude and unfairly balanced. Why should they care; looking out for themselves? They forget how to love the lowly, the small, the “nothing “ that matters anything at all.
Then someone stops; some brave defiant one, pushing against the pull of the crowd. And there on the ground lay a motive un reached by a nation. It’s picked up, dusted off and tucked into front pocket.
The sun shines and the dream happens again and for a time the human heart flies.
Tootles,
Moni
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