midnight in the garden of peace

international poetry antology
To wish for fairy tale
To be real,
So your heart could hear
The ringing of bells?
But my horizon is nothing but walls,
How could I see those meteors,
How could I wish as they fall?
Neither sunrise nor sunset,
Only the sun’s heat
For my body to sweat.
Life is free,
That’s what they say,
The, why should I pay?
Why build a wall between us
To forbade each other to see
The stupid reality.
You’re there, I am here,
We’re closer than whisper,
But to my wail
You never hear,
As poor voices
Are not allowed to enter
Your golden ear.
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