Your eyes glisten like the brightest stars.
On a clear-skied, radiant night.
And your soul glimmers with that grace as well.
Filling mine with delight.
Though many refuse to understand.
View us hand-in-hand with spite.
Calling out to the fools who bring us down:
We will absolve this plight.
May the sun illuminate our path.
May the moon fortify our peace.
We'll charge through black tunnels of wrath.
And emerge with a new sense of strength.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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