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Her eyes hold the stories of nations, As old and wrinkled as they are. They glimmer with the fight of a people, A people who made it very far. A people who fought for independence, A people who bled, sweated and cried. A people who refused to be redundant, A people who for, many men and women died. A people who tasted civilisation, A people who fell to natures final call. A people who gained some freedoms, And kept on until they had gained them all. A people whose names are set in history, A people made immortal by the pen. A people who create our mythology, All these people thought useless back then. Her eyes hold the stories of nations, As old and wrinkled as they are. They glimmer with the fight of our people We people who made it very far.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
We People
Laying in the fields We scan the sky Sitting in the sand We watch the sea Focused on the constellations We find our place Mesmerized by waves We discover our future What is there more than to search? More than to wonder? And be amazed We find awe in deepest spaces And truth in the smallest Counting the stars Or living through oceans rhythm Serenity and remembrance We are here.
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
Finding a Better Place