Writings
Collect
cherished seeds,
from out-stretched limbs,
the humble hands of fated flowers,
promising new growth.
…
Collect
our inheritance
of weary words from ancient tongues,
our living veins, our lengthy names,
each one a unique story
our ancestral pain,
uplifted shame,
traversing time,
pressing, fervent,
against the fleeting fabric of our lives,
straining to be heard.
…
Collect
the wailing moan of those in mourning,
the lilting melody witnessing a new dawn,
the enduring chant of those for whom,
hope is a means of survival.
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