I can see the sun rising in the distance. a far away cry reaches out to the masses and pleads for understanding, a foreign and rare light in the mist of the eternal dawn. can we see it? can we hold on to our humanity and allow the strife to be swept away as we comfort our brothers and search for this light? i see in your eyes a passion that i long to obtain. perhaps i can hold it in a jar and stare at its beauty. but then it would be no good. love, in theory, serves no purpose. but love, in practice, ah, now that is a different thing all together. it is the fuel that allows us to reach through the mist and find that voice. that one, solitary voice. is it a child? a mother? a warrior? a friend? the constant buzz, that annoying white noise, is a product of my daily life. it can so easily block out the perfect speech of a friend i have yet to meet: different in race, nationality, customs and language. yet we share a voice. i long to meet you. to rise above the talk of others and walk towards you, arms out stretched in love and embrace the foreign voice of my brother. and as i stare into your eyes, i will see your heart and you will see mine, and we'll know that we are not so different after all. and as the sun finally breaks above the horizon, the mist will disappear and a new light, full of clarity and warmth, will fill our world.
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