there must be a place

There must be a place where the questions live

once you have eleborated them.

I see them flying, through the crowded cities

under the gloomy skies

through the buildings made out of billions of bodies,

till their place.

"Where's God?" ask the physics. And there the question,

leaving those bright minds to reach a place,

in the eternal peace,

"How will I tell him?" ask the unfaithful lovers, and there again

a red question leaving the lips of those fickle people

to find their home.

But there are questions that come back,

they look like restless souls,

their feet find no quiet

their hearts have no peace

no home can make them stay

no lips can repeat them enough

"Why" 

cursed soul.

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truthful write

[Emily B]

lovely words