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Wisps of smoke rise from the pyre,
Never give up,
Chase what you desire.
Leaves drift through the air,
Let go of your guilt,
It is not yours to bear.
From the shadows floats a wraith,
Do not be afraid,
Have faith.
A man moves down the path in a lope,
Do not worry,
Have hope.
A roaring gunshot kills someone's niece,
No more bloodshed,
Promote peace.
On a small branch lands a dove,
Follow your heart,
Pour out your love.
Down a steep hill pine cones tumble,
Don't brag,
Be humble.
He stood on the mountain, ready to save,
Declare freedom,
Be brave.
 Butterzworth · Thu Feb 21, 2008 @ 09:43pm · 0 Comments |
