Writings 25.03.01 - Airpot

Some will sit by the windows

Some will lay on the empty chairs

Some will carry kids

Some will carry books

Some will work

Some will walk

Some will talk

Some will be with friends

Some will be with family

Some will be by themselves

Some will walk through stores

Some will look for restaurants

Some will spill their drinks

Some will lose their flight

Some will lose their fight

Some will run

Some will play

Some will find

Some will lose

Some will feel cold

Some will feel blue

Some will feel bored

Some will explore

Some will look the signs

Some will talk

Some will sleep

Some will eat

Some will read

Some will feel lost

Some will feel insecure

Some will be tired

Some will be excited

Some will rest

Some will share thoughts

Some will share music

Some will share photos

Some will share food

Some will share spaces

Some will carry bags and luggage

Some will carry earplugs and cellphone

As we all meet in the present time

Dancing through the spaces

We shall call life.

Cherishing the movements

Of the waiting future

From who we are here

And how we care for each pulse

We hear, we claim, we change.

Fear not what's to come

For we shall meet

Next time and place.

We dance, we move.

Feel the beat of who we are

Where no one else shall ever find.

You are the way of light

As I am the last of night

We cannot see one or two

But we feel what's is true.

Believe the heart, not the eyes

When you have no time.

Remember who we are

In this place called Earth.

We are the Galaxy of light

Weaving the magic of night.

Feel the embracing sun

As we enjoy the evening's breath.

Take in what's to came

And play with our next son.

The joy of the children

The bright of the youth

The brotherhood of the adults

The resilience of the elderly. 

We have each other in this family

We have nature in our heart

We have Earth in our soul

We are love, we are light.

Move with me as we find

The feeling of this place

We call home.

We have more to give than

This dead weight of gold.

Let's us fly where time

Welcomes our wondering minds

And places inspire the sounds

Of caring thoughts.

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Written by @Lu_rsr