You walk on moons, but I see pitch, and unpaved roads.
I walk on the crust of land, and envy ships swimming on water.
The world walks on its hurting soul, and on ancient bones.
Children bare feet, travel on unpaved roads,
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Poignant yet at the end there will always be a guiding hand that will lead us to a better tomorrow. A touching and beautiful poem.
Thank you