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A Poem by PoeticVibe

It's dark, but the sounds seem to continue
Beating vibrations against the drums of my ears.
The beauty of the silence seems to be interrupted by
The split between you and I, then this and that.
So I join the world as I slowly open my portal
To sight that everyone can see but as I create my own vision.
Was the world meant to see one view of every side, around
Every corner to the same object that sits in the range of our eyes?
Or was human race designed to break down tiny pieces to fit
Into our own thoughts to create such division amongst one kind.
Differences seemed to be discouraged but how when opposites already live within.
What would it be like to walk round to speak of all the unique thoughts
Of how something was created in a creators spiraling mind without discrimination.
The end product is the idea of one kind, one vision but wishful thoughts that
linger that it could be seen by all to help unity develop within.