The world is still,
Yet doves are flying to the highest mountains
Where they run out of air
Falling back down

And everyday I hear those doves cry from under the ground
Within the soil that holds them now
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The world is still,
Yet unicorns are riding unto the oceans,
Past forests and deserts,
Where they drown slowly with every passing wave

And everyday I see them gasping and fretting
From within the seas that holds them now
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The world is still,
Yet dolphins are approaching the bottom,
Where it is dark and flesh caves in,
Sinking and shattering,
Lifeless unto the depth

And everyday I feel my heart crushing
With the pain of those dolphins
How their bodies sank within, descending further
To the darkest floor that holds them now...
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Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2004