Strange BeautyThey thought it would be deadbut he don'tHe knew that all hope,it's always on the new treein the new leave,no matter where it growsor how twisted his heart beats.there lays the universe:within the persistence of the new.He could not stand murder or bloodbut, if it's the only wayto find the newI'll cut your throat he says!,come! your hope is my house,is my new blood,to clean this nature,this dirty-green-killer-nature,that has slave my world,I'll change it!,I'll find the new sun of my people,the new path!away from the blood and the killing.near the new.always on the new.There lays a truth.within the beauty of the laying corpseand the indifference of trees.I'll find that sacred silence,and told everyone about it.with the greatness of my new findings,one day...I will not be the only onewho seeks the new. line , poetry -------> [link] !!! color , concept2010 Portfolio [link]