The earth is not yours, not mine —
it is the breathing body of all.
The stars are not strangers,
they burn in our blood,
they echo in our thoughts.
To wound another
is to wound the sky,
to heal another
is to heal the whole.
We are not many, we are one life,
one dream dreaming itself
in a thousand forms.
And when we awaken,
the walls will vanish,
and we will remember:
No border holds us,
no wall divides the breath —
the air of your lungs
is the same wind that moves the oceans,
the same whisper that stirs
the heart of a stranger.
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Author:
alexis karpouzos (
Offline) - Published: August 17th, 2025 00:10
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
A lovely write with a wonderful message, we are all equal and should treat each other equal, enjoyed the read
The whole poem is wonderful but is was the last stanza that captured my heart and gets a fave. I could not agree more than I do with this poem. Simply lovely.
Good message here.
Lucky the sky human can't draw borders.if it so, some would get only earth and some only sky.
Talentuous simplicity in the choice of words .
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