Knowledge Poem by Santiago Davalos

Knowledge



The silent whistle of the air
And the strong hum of the morning,
They make the day as never before.
Cutting in half by the end of the day,
They stir the mixture of truth
And beyond the hills of deception lies
The eternal property of the
Conniving cult of resurrected amends
Of peace.

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Santiago Davalos

Santiago Davalos

Guayaquil-Ecuador
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