Eyes of the Heart Part 1
Some times in my dreams I walk on the ceiling.
Blind folded .
Eyes shut.
Looking down on the world.
Watching humans cry,kill,deceive ,sleep and steal dreams of hope.
So I begin to cry,tears fall on their heads.
They pull out umbrellas and ponchos.
I fall from the ceiling with my tears.
Landing downwards with these series of events.
Holding the hearts of the people in my hand.
Contemplating their every heart beat.
Though I was holding their heart beat
I couldn't see and understand its rhythm.
I better understood every thing,
once I replace my heart with there's.
Sometimes in my dreams I walk on the ceiling blind folded. Eyes shut.
Looking down on the earth.
You haven't seen the world unless you seen it with your heart.
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