To kill a dream is to kill the soul.
Muting the desires that you have yet to sow.
What you create can move the stars,
aligning the world through your love and scars .
Why not be better than you were before.
If your knowledge was a question what would you soar.
Reaping the lies that come from small truths.
Planting your magic and watering your roots.
We all can innovate our wishes.
As powerful and as subtle as feathered kisses.
Through passion we can paint the sky.
Even brush strokes of our dreams and cries.
Be easy love,
Be honest heart,
Be quick mind…
Peace & Love Always !
By: J. PETERS