Poetry written on cave walls
Of distant planets in other galaxies
Is still comprehensible to human
Hearts.
The stars look the same
From there.
They say the American flag planted
In moon dust is nothing but a
Sun bleached white piece of cloth
By now.
All things, it seems, given enough
Time and exposure
Become requests for
Peace
In the
End.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
Poetry written on cave walls
Of distant planets in other galaxies
Is still comprehensible to human
Hearts.
The stars look the same
From there.
They say the American flag planted
In moon dust is nothing but a
Sun bleached white piece of cloth
By now.
All things, it seems, given enough
Time and exposure
Become requests for
Peace
In the
End.
