Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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I came as tomorrow
Swaddled in unawareness
To your warm womb
Mother……
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Made homeless from home
Bombed city where though many
Extend an armless arm, find it harder
To hold peace than explosives
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Eye sockets mere bruises
Alike to closed fists
Save whole being tangled
In his last rags
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Each night, earth life suspended,
Without asking where you are going
Or who you are, you experience
As if life dreams of itself,
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Roving back through wild centuries
At rust and ripeness time
To land blood wet, martyrs fed,
A water melon still conceives
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Of all raw passions, kiss alone
Seals lips but opens hearts
So short its distance
Be it of blood or two souls,
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To fulfil immortality in life
Is woman's truth
Whose sole deed is
To disclose us to ourselves,
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With knees so wounded
unable to bend
from so much kneeling
on the splinter strewn
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