Once again she stands motionless
Her eyes searching for something...
Something of beauty she can hold;
Everyday searching, too many times told it's not there.
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I remember my mother's iron will
Which brought us through many rainy days:
One that pledged her children would not suffer the way she had.
I remember her boundless resourcefulness
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Is this tempest forever?
Is the how it never ends
Finding one forsaken,
Bereft of all good friends?
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The soul of a man is his sacred flame.
And there held close are secrets kept,
Nights of hurt no number or name
When on bended knees he wept.
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If fortunes turn for you, my child
I pray you'll learn its fickle ways
So as not to be beguiled
In its fleeting flight of days.
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Impervious the city built by blood
Stood for vast millennia strong;
Its leaden gates like dragon's teeth
Opening only to consume.
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Sequestered somewhere in my mind
Is a place far from this western grind
Where my fingers relearn ancient work
And I am satisfied with what comes in a day.
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If we think about the value of life,
Pondering our own mortality:
What it takes to keep it,
Its simple yet not so simple-existing without complications
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Moths to the flames are we
Restless children of men
Blindly flying, compelled by choice,
Making circles round our suns
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