Is a vein, Running through the world Pulsing with art and Forgotten songs Like an invisible river, Flowing with the blood of mankind
I float down through it From this biased, two-faced country That calls itself “Free”
To a foreign land That holds tradition and moral. And its pulse races And captivates me in a beat Swirling with lost words And ink from a comic Yet to be created
Ariel Scary[L] · Tue Feb 27, 2007 @ 06:57pm · 0 Comments |