There Are People, a poem by Kapardeli Eftichi at Spillwords.com
THERE ARE PEOPLE
written by: Kapardeli Eftichi
@eftichia1
There are people who always mourn
with the voices of the stars
and the Autumn Nights
colored birds, call
There are serene people living
in a Shell in Eternal Oblivion
People who with big eyes
and in silence to the Eternal Steps
scatter the sea
People motionless, behind the doors
that hide wear and tear as they grow older
in endless bodies
There are people in the light
honest and pure yet,
that their heart in the foliage of time
in their untouched lives
they cover the company of many people
There are messengers of the wind,
in the great land of the girls
That bloom brightly
from the eyes of passers-by
There are people who became Trees,
with spread shoulders
on all corners of the streets,
and on long journeys
the fate and decency of the innocent,
takes in secret language
People who with words of anticipation
write thousands of names
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