In this land of free choice
Innate a world of emotions
To pave an illumination
Of a loved child
I pray for fire
To gentle thy icy angst
And flows in tempest of stormy cries
I pray,
Of tongues harsh to hear
To take wings of flying dove
With worldly-worn gaze
Show you myriads beauty of this earth
Gift a touch beyond literary bent
Let my eyes be witness
To the times where we speak with great fervor
Together
~Low. LL Jasmine
Dedicated to those who have hurt inner child.
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