January 23, 2012
The winds blew through the fields with a cold whirl,

The grass swept back and forth in the wind.

Underneath a tree sat a little girl,
She looked depressed, perhaps she had sinned.

I approached her and questioned quietly,
With a whisper in her voice she replied,
Who are you? Where are you? I can not see.
And with embarrassment I almost died.

That day I realized, life is not what we think.
People may appear normal, but aren’t.
Do not judge a book by the cover, just blink
To awaken oneself from prejudice.

Live life to the full, don’t regret a thing.

And let your heart with all its might, sing!

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illusions said...
Feb. 3, 2012 at 3:24 pm
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