Wheel War

Their small legs twirl rapidly,

Muscles pushing their two-wheeled vehicles

Speeding with vitality and joy

The road is boundless

Possibilities are endless.

On the opposite side of the Earth,

another street is being destroyed.

There are no side-walks here,

Only land mines to avoid;

And the relentless screams of fighter jets

Pollute the atmosphere.

Fear is a pervading smell

A perpetual instinct:

Fight or perish.

In a parallel moment,

the tiny bikers

Make a wish

Blow a dandelion.

The seeds disperse,

Achieving freedom.

The two young spirits

Cuddle up into their warm beds

And kiss their loving parents good night.

In War World, a lone child grasps

His mother’s lifeless hand.

Tears stream onto her body:

He just lost the last possibility.

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Grave Gravity

I still remember

The first time I saw his soul.

The moon reflected

The Sun’s embers.

Full, bright, gleaming.

Yet his tears were streaming

His heart was a black hole.

I tried to point out the stars

Their infinite beauty

But his eyes were blind

Gazing into the abyss.

They finally found me

His planet met mine

We collided in the darkness.

“I miss him so much.”

His cry created earthquakes

Which shattered my surface.

Our cores touched

Death is a mistake

Barely cured by my kiss.

But at that moment,

I was certain

That our attraction

Was stronger than gravity:

For his love was finally free.

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