Catya Prager Poems

Her hair's muddy;
Her spirit's broken;
Her hands bloody
Bear pain's token.
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I watched it rise so proud,
But then it stopped to look around
And then another came
And bit it till it was filled with shame
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Out of the darkness
And into the light
I crave to escape
For this can't be right
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Outside taxis come and go,
Strangers stop to say hello?
Old men in yellow-fady coats
Sailing in big black boats
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My quaint little knight
Got at least one thing right
He said his worry outweighed his love
And so his soul can never go above
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