Laughing within self, confidence
plays upon softness of freedom
hardness like stars brighten
not here on earth dimension
far away, condition seekers
travel for now, till heaven's
beckoning call.

Distance arrive slowly upon feelings
not above callers plea, claiming only
understanding leaving mark on heart
for lesser feelings, could of touched
beyond sadness, each tear must fall
not inside cavern deep, inside veins
untouched by human beliefs.

Trumpets carry on through each night
they blow in tune forever, till one can hear
sound again, a new life must be written
on a fresh page, no demonstration lurks
in fearful shadows of restored minds.



By Derena
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