We press against the ones who push;
we cannot hear the sentiments
whispered by the remnants.
We attempt to touch the sky,
our dreams just on the edge of the sunrise.
Things are different;
this is a moment of conviction.
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2 responses to “Different”
Wonderful writing, I dont understand why I cannot press the like button. I dont see it with my phone.
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Good words and I like the photo! :)
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