The system robbed my father
Of his soul
And silenced my mother
Of her will
They are two young leaves
Glabrous and magnificent
Spinning atop a torrent.
Unaware of their power,
And stubborn in their fear,
They placed a finger on my lips
And never took it off.
Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 8:47 PM UTC
The system robbed my father
Of his soul
And silenced my mother
Of her will
They are two young leaves
Glabrous and magnificent
Spinning atop a torrent.
Unaware of their power,
And stubborn in their fear,
They placed a finger on my lips
And never took it off.
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