Armand Meza Poems

Imagination,
We all fall for its spell from day one to day three hundred and sixty five,
At least once, you swear you have seen a pig fly.
But, atlas! that pig will stay on the ground or grow wings,
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When can we say,
That the world has ended?
Would it happen in a day,
Or has it been years it has pended?
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Life is full of twists
It leaves me dizzy.
Yet I will always get back on my feet.
Because I know that
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Speak up from your mouth,
Write down from the pen.
Words can carry your voice
Through the sky.
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