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I Will Return

Into the translucent silence,
above the heartbeat of the stars
and the flight of the seagulls,
I will return with the gentle sky 

Like the breeze that ruffles the forest
or the moon that peeks through the night, 
and no matter how autumn dies there will always be a spring,
in the same way I will return

On the thought that crosses time
and lives on from its balconies,
like the pollen ...

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HopeResilience

I don't know...

I don't know if the poet's dreams are inert,

if dishonesty surpasses the truth

 

I don’t know If before that twilight

the hours paused 

and their shrieks burst out

 

I grope my way along the road,  

finding a dungeon at every step;

the voice of hatred surrounds me like fire

taking root very close to me...

 

I don't know what I want to be and for what;

in what...

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InjusticeVenezuelaHope

It’s sufficient

It’s sufficient to briefly touch silence to feel days of glory,
the eternal word of friendship,
the chimes of freedom

It’s sufficient to lean between blue seas
to perceive the sweet semblance of calm,
the lost and aged dreams,
the future that you can imagine,
the language of love and peace

It’s sufficient to forgive and the good is understood

© Noris Roberts - March, 2019

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hopedream of freedom

I seek

After hearing the voice of despotism,

the cries of the hungry looking in the trash for bread,

the bitter language of solitude,

I look in the blue sky for serenity;

I create a landscape and try to dream

 

I seek peace among the white fingers of the aurora

 

After not finding the line of understanding,

the root of the soul,

the wind of justice,

the submerged freedom,

...

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freedomhopesadnessTyranny

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