Like Moving an ocean by Fabrice Poussin

He has written words on the winds of chance

drew symbols of a future that would never be

on the ever-changing sands of timeless shores.

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Staring to the top of Mont Blanc from the valleys

he wondered if the powers of Merlin would aid

to move yet another rock to found a monument.

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Seeing the ancient cities of the humblest founders

could he carve the marble stones as Michelangelo

so to bring life to another passionate Amazon?

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Looking to the stars scanning the galaxies

wondering where the sounds of a lost voice vanished

he might fall to his knees as he prays for the answer.

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But it is like trying to move the oceans with his will

wandering lost highways his naked soul in his hands

holding it up to be swept away by a furtive dream.

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