Germina Melius

Money

‘Go to school, study hard, the money will come.' John's father preached his sermon.
John did only one.
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Her father's hands extend beyond the land.
Her hands are sealed like the mouth of his vault.
Trembling with every grasp, his wrinkled hands
will never find their youth.
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From the gloomy dust, I rise from Hades' spell to see the sun's glory on a splendid morning.
The inner man greets me.
Rise from the clay that binds you, and from the gutter's belly.
Rise to see your Father's radiant face watching the human soul.
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You walk on moons, but I see pitch, and unpaved roads.
I walk on the crust of land, and envy ships swimming on water.
The world walks on its hurting soul, and on ancient bones.
Children bare feet, travel on unpaved roads,
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What is Love?
I cannot find,
A hostage in the hands of time.
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