The breeze that dances through the empty streets
Caressing us with forgotten feats.
The chant. The voice. The sudden growth
How many birds sing, yet swear no oath.
The feet that run, with paradigm
The hands that wait, yearning for their time.
The fear is clear, the love is blurred
Turned upside down this lovely world.
To live. To die. We do not know why
To see. To hear. Our heart’s deep cry.
The new is here. The old is gone
Let us welcome its uncertain song.
To all that may live and to all that may die
Without ever understanding why.
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P.s. Props to my brother Manao for the poem’s name. Hope you get the joke…
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Hint: G.G. Marquez :p
