Hope You Can See. - Poem by Ziggy Mantyi
Is it not amazing?
The swaying movement like tall grass in the summer breeze. A drop, a splash, a ripple, a pattern, a view a brain couldn't sketch without the eye seeing it. It sank deep into my skin like a blade cutting through my vain.
Like the birth of the son when he saw the sun for the first time and the pain in his eyes as the blades cut deeper and deeper. It was there before time started ticking, before darkness turned to light and waters flowed down Victoria.
It walked alone, yes it did, it walked through hearts, through souls. It opened eyes, it connected vibes and started revolutions and wars. It shook heavy weights and trembled feathers. Beauty of things, come with the look in the eyes.
Nothing is ever too far for one to see, because imagination is the key element to creativity.
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