With my eyes and heart and hands

Many brilliant men and women

died for their genius.

I look inside my heart

and I see a boy,

the first of tears in his eyes,

the first tinge of blue on his hands;

and I wonder,

with my eyes and

heart and hands,

if I am

ready to die

for what is not

yet great.



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Endless Writer © Ata Zargarof 2020


BC, Canada