Aufie Zophy Poems

A hundred years from now, I will be dead
And of all my body, including my head
Nothing will be left, except just,
Perhaps a very small pile of dust.
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Our world 'd be an amazing paradise
If we would just be always kind and wise
But all too often we cannot bother,
and then we're starting to hate each other
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An ominous, gloomy cloud
Of anger, frustration and shout
It darkens our sky, it’s getting loud
It’s about to thunder and rain out.
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As a traveller I have enjoyed time and again
The green leafy woods and shady paths therein
But this time, there were no woods in my sight
A travel through the desert seemed to be my plight
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It is written in the sand
The purpose of our life
Millions of grains of sand
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Deceived, a heart full of hurt
Bitter and hard, Hatred burning
A flood of tears
Will the tide ever be turning?
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Oceanic fluxes of kindness may soon
Flood the stock exchange of greed
Melodies of love will be the tune
sung in luxurious chambers of need
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Have you seen a fire?
I mean a big one with high flames?
Any human touching it
Will suffer intense and lasting pains
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A flying fish was flying,
Flying too high, flying too far
Ending up on the beach
Gasping for water
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A whiff of conscience
whispers in our heart
listening in absolute silence
hearing it, a work of art
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