What about this tribe?
One of a mass of souls wandering
Up and about in the cold
Empty vessels made of gold
Seeking the kind of strings
Many take for granted
That tribe whose
“Knock and the door shall be opened to you”
Is only but a verse in the Bible
And what about that tribe
That longs your touch day and night
That dances with the stars
On cold lonely nights.
What about that tribe
The one that cares only so much
Happy with nothing in return
These empty golden vessels
Willing to give away
The golden vessels itself
So that you may empty your tears in it.
Drawing smiles in ink
Is only an attempt to hide reality.
Always remember that tribe
That cared when no one or everyone did.
The one that cared when you closed both eyes
And faced the other direction
That tribe that stayed
Waiting with open arms
-Solomon-
Another beautiful one
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Thanks alot for the support
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You’re Welcome!
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Beautiful!
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