Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Time

A quill it was,

some hundreds of years ago

That wrote the magic words

A pen its now, they say it has grown

Stronger that the swords

The levitation, it was dream

Not any one could try

Now it's, just relax, put your seat belts on

You are about to fly

The eyes they saw was all the land

Million of miles and miles

Touch a button, opens the window

Hundreds of feet's of glasses and tiles

You look in his eyes you look at her

Love is all you see

Love is replaced by some thing called money

Eyes are filled with hatred and greed

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