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Inspiration comes from so many places Maybe in the whispers of the mildest winds, Dancing in the raindrops, hidden in strange faces. Maybe in the sweetness of angels or in the danger of sins. A kiss can tell a story; a heart can bury love. A scar can be inside or outside, anyone can see Whether emotions come from somewhere dark or lights up above, Stars and scars scrape our minds, forcing us to breath. Walking hands together, still walking alone; Sharing everything and nothing about different paths. Roads merge and separate because of sticks and stones, The loving touch of life, or a distant lover's wrath. Shape and size means so little ye

There was a time when caring about others Was as easy as hearing, seeing and breathing. Waving to a passerby like he was your brother, The smile on your face echoed in the words you were speaking. It used to be natural to help out a stranger People didn't take the common man for granted; Never thinking there could be any danger In sharing kindness; open hearted and open handed. There's a new way of life that's emerging, These things changed without a warning, We base humanity on charm, wealth and surface beauty. What happens now? Humanity is in mourning. We know the difference in the ways we live , Whether it's comfortable, poor , wealthy

I see it there where the water meets the horizon, The world is fading quickly away, The sun is not setting but the moon is rising. Every single shadow has gone astray. Everything is different, yet still the same, The day is wildly bright, seemingly exotic, Silently bold, the crisp and natural flow. Such a contradiction in itself. Dim, pure and erotic. The excitement is so sound, the quiet is so loud , Yet mild and passive, almost painstaking. Not a diamond ring burst yet, the light fades out. It's incredible, the star speckled night. It's breathtaking. A natural part of existence, a totally normal response. When in the middle of the day, t