a brethren

i know a brethren.
he's become a fantasist
because he's lost all hope
even in the simplest form of a dream.

     Oh, the darkness he sees 
     when he shuts his eyes-no vision.
     The cold that he meets
     when he touches his heart-loneliness.
     Beknownst of the fact that he's lost his soul,
     He speaks out loud only to hear his echo respond.

i know a brethren.
Larger than life,the experiences he wishes himself
High hopes and dreams,
He has value for his life.
     
     The warmth of his smile,
     and the spark in his eyes-elation.
     The courage in his voice,
     and the way he takes each day after the other-determination.
     With his mind set on what he desires deep in his heart,
     Like the free spirit he is,he lets his soul wander.
                              
                                         
                            All writes reserved to the poet J.kinoti.M

                                                          Copyright Feb 2011

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