Far from the hearth's forgotten glow,
Across where jagged mountains grow,
Through sun-scorched sands and parched ravine,
No solace found, no starlight keen,
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The souvenir moment you gave me,
The living memories of the past life,
Where I always wanted to be,
Though I know never can I be.
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I dedicate this poem to all the people who live for the abandoned, homeless and the sick and the teachers who give their lives to the mission of educating theuneducated and bringing them colour into their lives.
The mission
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Oh students, lend an ear to me,
And give grammar a chance to be
Your friend, not foe, though dull it seems,
It's key to unlocking language's dreams.
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In marble halls, where freedom's flag once soared,
A gavel slams, a people's dream falls dead.
With silvered tongues and pockets lined with lead,
The bidders stalk, their promises are bred.
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In the labyrinth of my soul, a chasm yawns,
A ship unmoored, on tempests tossed and drawn.
Meaning eludes, a phantom in the mist,
In a world where joy's a forgotten tryst.
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In childhood's twilight, love exiled,
A citadel of sorrow piled.
Ramparts towering, scraping skies,
A heart ossified, where hope dies.
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