Can you hear me
can you see me
can you feel me
listen to what I have to tell you
I'm from the year 2022
don't be afraid
please don't be scared
A coalition government is trying to merge
frantically shape-shifting into something
that resembles the human form
Fragments of breath
traces of life
hearts beating
They will find you
Hi Dave, i am from 2025 and yeah we met at London Bridge before...remember it just last year 2024...and we talked about this..Hahahaha joking... Well dear, i just want to say your idea is really cool and amazing...hope u and all are fine there...see u in 2024 hahahaha
Wonderful poem. The greed will crash down like an avalanche of snow, melting in the lake, leaving behind lofty peaks and hills filled with the greenery of wisdom and kindness.
I love it, despite how real this poem will become. Thank you for sharing.
Hey, Dave! After seeing your comment on my poem, So Soon, I thought I’d check out your poems and began with this one. Thinking ahead to the future is one way to keep hope alive amidst our current political situation! -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fragments of breath wonderfully traces life. The beauty of beating of heart can be heard when we feel the beauty. When we can see the things of righteousness. A brilliant poem is very interestingly penned.10