Bricks. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Bricks.



Bricks.

Ground is a huge white page,
where we free a bird from the cage.

As long as we create new goods,
our egos receives tons of foods.

Bricks write our hopes
Without art, there are only frail ropes.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
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