look and listen
you heavenly beings
a lost soul seeks not
yet constantly praying
lo and behold
it all came to naught
entrance takes faith
but not the thought
these people of earth
see beauty yet
its based on greed
and selfishness
too bad this place
is lost and cold
fitting precise
social molds
the tree is dead
the flower dry
hope is found only
in the night sky
the tree is dead
those stars unseen
ghosts of us
hurt and bleed
true and true
it never fails
the host of heaven
always prevails
too bad quite sad
a miserable scene
they fail to believe
in whats unseen
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yooo johnny, its yana, i read the poem. i like it. we need to work on our 'thing'. but i like the poem. a lot. keep writing! always writing
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