Above the Abyss

On a starry night, above the deep ravine,
An old man stood, hand resting on his staff.
He gazed afar, at clouds, a passing scene,
Above a world that's broken right in half.

Beyond the clouds, the sun in bright light streams,
But down below, just ash, and smoke, and flame.
The hope of childhood, lost in fading dreams,
And every silent stone just weeps in shame.

Between these two worlds, only the abyss,
A fragile bridge, it creaks, almost unseen.
Then a child's honest voice, so pure and clear,
Descended by that bridge, to our broken sphere:

"Far away, beyond these bitter woes,
You won't find pain or shadows deep.
No borders there, no evil, sorrow knows -
A world where kindness all its virtues keep."

And so the child, on being's fragile edge,
Clutched tight a pencil in a tiny hand.
Drew a new world, where truth was always pledged,
Where death was gone, no war across the land.

No web of lies, a dense and suffocating net,
To wrap around the souls, and homes alike.
Between these worlds, such a chasm's set,
Impossible to cross. Not yet...

But in the heart, a fragile hope still beats,
That someday life will find its destined way.
Will mend the flimsy bridge that calls to boundless streets,
And old ways can't return, from yesterday...

For now, only in dreams that beckon, strong and true,
Can we imagine, free from all despair,
That world intoxicating, wild and new,
A world where there's no war.

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