With no Purpose

The world sleeps, restless

Windows in the sky open

Angels peep down, real!

Snow over divided lands

Frost covers man made borders.

Rudolph sniffs the air,cold; chuckles

Pulls his sleigh, bells tinkle.

Silent is the night only there

where flags have no colors

crowds have no slogan.

No breaking news reported

Much ado was not there about nothing.

Lightness wells up in those hearts

where no questions mounted for no need.

Much time ran off as people realized

that they were moving as the strings.

moved them.

Thay could not change anything.

Not even themselves.

They kept playing without any purpose,

just a toy story.

Then they sat in their toy box

till the next play began.

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