A poem,
my poem,
is a kiss on the horizon
voice from red lips
expectancy long as time
as energy runs on lips
lips, as in lovers' dream
a time comes, peace time
when a healer utters a prayer
hope grows on my knees, as prayers
when red geranium hanging from balconies
express gratefulness and gratitude from their
heart, when the sea enjoys her blueness
when seagulls find their food in the sea
when waves move in their own happiness
here-there comes a time the humankind
recovers its mind, as always has done
and waits, as sea waves still silent
A seagull says, "The mankind needs urgently a cure,
to awake from its fever, fears, its abnormal temperature of clouds-
-wars, it needs a peaceful dawn
with innocent colors of respect
cure, multiple cures, research, even better a miracle"
a seagull says, I say
like a kiss on the horizon
© Roula Pollard
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