Illusion Poem by Zoran Bogdanovic

I write and fantasize:
These very words will
change the world;
illness with no cure
can be healed by them,
they can revive
a flower that's dry,
through space,
time, they travel,
cry for the week
and justice they seek,
awaken lost hope;
with them i accuse,
through them i forgive,
fear, love, rejoice,
daydream and live.
They are as innocent
as the angels' flight;
change the world,
these words just might.