People

 

There are people who lightly dance through the life, just brushing the dust with the tip of their toes.

Not a single speck will ever alter their fingers graceful profile.

Nothing will stain the transparent tone of their soft skin.

Their weightless smile reveals pearly teeth.

 

There are people who plow their trail through the rocks, dust is the air they breath in, their clothes are clogged.

There are short breathed people by heavy steps and muddy feet.

There are burdens some have to bear so that others may proceed in dancing light.

Tears must flow from reddened orbits if other eyes are spared.

One thousand caries for every pearly smile, a thousand silences for one tune.

 

Years of wake for every single dream…