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Aug 2014
Wounds must heal!
heal the hurt, and bury our sorrows like bones,
deep inside the earth
drenched in centuries of blood;
pain,
hate.
Let us not know these things again!
Too much was lost in recompense,
so let the life we dreamed of,
take root with the mightiest trees,
inter-sowed with pure intentions
planted innocently, in the guise of something greater
outreached to a once blackened sky
the sun is the only fire left burning, now
burning with hope-
prosperity.
Peace.
Ulric Reki
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Ulric Reki  United States
(United States)   
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