Photographs of Thoughts

On a rainy day, I imagine a rainbow to join 2 rivers.

Banks combine different but equal.

Hands are stretched.

Penetrates the desire to not give up, even cling to the words.

I follow the rainbow, prejudice toward the ground .... jump between my colors, pitturandomi face.

I think ...

I smile ...

Smell the air ..

I live ...

Salt on the skin .... footprints in the soul

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Wash his hands again,
soiled with blood
innocent.

Why 'the mistakes of the fathers
continue to fall
on their children?

Repudiation what 'and that' was,
yet still hands
drip.

When will we learn
not to hate?

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