It was a paradise for mankind, never well deserved and never honestly won. A God’s brightest dream, never truly believed, therefor, never truly there. It was a place that could only be seen by the blind and heard by the deaf. Only the mute knew where it was, and they knew not how to write those words. There, where no people walked no streets, was in fact made of pure life. Never had I imagined such beauty. Never had I felt this kind of peace. Speechless angel of mercy who welcomed my soul there. My responsability is now to this send this message of hope.
Nature ruled the forbidden forest, all kind of sinless animals roamed the fresh green grass. Birds reclaimed the stolen skies, no more sitting man in flying metal cans will disturbe our clouds. Tall trees kept their grownd, never to become again lifeless peaces of shallow furniture. No streets are needed there, for the horses gallop freely not worrying about work. Finally barefoot. The fish no longer worry about the nature of their food’s intentions, no-one threatens them with deceit, no more fish-hooks. How awfull it is not being able to trust your own food. Not even the rocks feel lifeless when drenched by the waterfall’s crystal woter. So many rainbows. Every imaginable colour behond the existing paint pigments, some yet unknown in our world, lay peacefully on the grass as magestic wild flowers. How incredible it is that they don’t need thornes there.
Everything makes sense when naturally conected and not by mankind interrupted. There, where love is not a word but is a feeling. Impossible then to run out of meaning. My words cannot make justice of what I’ve seen. Of what I lived. So beautifull... Oh! So perfect.
I witnessed the last leaf fall and I knew the end was at my feet. I felt death on the forsaken spirit town. Somehow the war drums disturbed the bird’s song. Somehow my spirit got caught in someone else’s war, and caged in a body made of skin, flesh and bones... Said farewell to the heavenly town that was my own.
Nature ruled the forbidden forest, all kind of sinless animals roamed the fresh green grass. Birds reclaimed the stolen skies, no more sitting man in flying metal cans will disturbe our clouds. Tall trees kept their grownd, never to become again lifeless peaces of shallow furniture. No streets are needed there, for the horses gallop freely not worrying about work. Finally barefoot. The fish no longer worry about the nature of their food’s intentions, no-one threatens them with deceit, no more fish-hooks. How awfull it is not being able to trust your own food. Not even the rocks feel lifeless when drenched by the waterfall’s crystal woter. So many rainbows. Every imaginable colour behond the existing paint pigments, some yet unknown in our world, lay peacefully on the grass as magestic wild flowers. How incredible it is that they don’t need thornes there.
Everything makes sense when naturally conected and not by mankind interrupted. There, where love is not a word but is a feeling. Impossible then to run out of meaning. My words cannot make justice of what I’ve seen. Of what I lived. So beautifull... Oh! So perfect.
I witnessed the last leaf fall and I knew the end was at my feet. I felt death on the forsaken spirit town. Somehow the war drums disturbed the bird’s song. Somehow my spirit got caught in someone else’s war, and caged in a body made of skin, flesh and bones... Said farewell to the heavenly town that was my own.
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