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Nothing falls to the earth and dies

…like the river flows
flows the happiness
through my hands
every day.

Every day we make,
Makes the Earth less alive,
Breaking down.
Are we evil? Tell me.

Are we evil, people?
Evil is the wound. 
An acne. The pain. 
You can’t scrub it away. 

You cant scrub it away.
Away of everything,
Or over and over. You’ll be
Hunted in the darkness, – falling.

Hunted in the darkness
Between paralyzed dreams
And overwhelmed wishes.
Staring at the reflection, – feeding.

Staring at the reflection
Of promises, that once
were yours. And the wings
Spining slowly, losing everything,
even…the air. Pleading. 

I wish I could hear
Like the river flows
Every day.

Every day
through my hands
flows the happiness.


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raynotbradbury

Living in Sweden/Born in USSR. Happy. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Painting. Meditation/Yoga. I love my life.
"It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters" A. Ray

19 replies

      1. No one has mentioned the ‘art’ picture! I remember having dreams with those type faces and characters in them..
        Then I could really get ‘nasty’ and say, the picture resembles a family portrait of my ‘ex’ laws! 🙂

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      2. Why am not surprised?😂😂 (about family portrait of ex” laws) but if seriously 1st picture represent all ppl/humans on the earth. And yes…that’s exactly how I see them 😏😏

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