Like a child ,when young,ran to a parent to kiss the hurt better,
We believe it would work,that is why we ran to a parent or family.
I cannot kiss the world better,many have tried and failed
Can anyone teach a bird to fly,or the sun to rise,or rain to fall.
Within all history,why are we not learning,understanding of others
Does evil,just happen,or is it there ,hiding within the mind of people
Can love overcome hate?, is tomorrow just another day,with love and hate
Understanding a tier of some,others like a blind man do not see,or even think
Have we forgotten or perhaps, we have never known,searching for perfection
Within a world of confetti,coloured paper hiding the truth,world of madness
Perhaps the journey is one of learning,people believe what they want to believe
I cannot kiss the world better,I can however be aware of others and their plight.
Please tell me what you think
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Insightful
That's a nice piece of prose-poetry. Well said and inspiring. It has a clean feeling to it.
Two suggestions: you misspelled 'hiding' in 3:2, and some separation of the commas from the subsequent characters would slightly improve readability.
I'll check your profile for more of your work. I'm interested in reading more of this kind of work!
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