So we live under the same sun
where perennial plants grow
far from the river’s flow
But light or air will not make us the same
or make us to hear the same song
from the glow of divine sky
Cause when the bodies grow
soul is another way to go
that independently we follow
But hope of sacred denouement
intercepts between pure dreams
though we live in different souls
why can’t we live in one world again?
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Poetry Prairie 