Red and yellow swirls – across a field bathed in summery golden, sunset shine
Twisting and twirling, dancing together in love-faked hate
Some would call the roses two
Their colors different, they cant be one
But up from the ashes, as proof to the masses, denying the undeniable, THE undeniable truth, that not only were they equal, the same, but ONE according to their roots and ancestral bearings! That the time spent spending time in separation was in vain because all that was priory believed is now rendered unbelievable and all that wasn’t – is
I have this dream
That even though, the lights been off, we can turn to our inner glow
It slowly rises, rising slowly but surely, making sure its taking its time to make TIME the one thing it wont run out of
Because in this world of today
We have many more tomorrows
And tomorrow holds more promise than any of us dare to hope for today
“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed