Wednesday, 17 July 2013

Melting Pot

Dedicated to the streets of London town,
which I'm visiting at the moment.

Sitting outside on the pavement,
still looking for the future,
as life's wild unstoppability,
hurries by in the air.
People walking on filters ,
of time and memory,
on corners rich tapestries are woven,
seamless threads  stitch together,
while new languages are formed,
under hot baking sun. 

On the edge,
the lost and abandoned,
the hungry and the thirsty,
certain paths carved, 
with fear and danger,
there is much hope though ,
warm energies releasing chains,
from beneath our feet,
ignitions turning on another logic,
as wild petals blow in all direction, 
the sunlight following,every free blade of grass,
spreading blossoms of survival.

As this city drips in every corner,
trailing the rhythms of different beats,
the heat moves people steadily together,
embracing passion's kiss,
as labourers of love,
cancel out divisions,
flaming in firmaments,
a new day dawns.


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