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 Jan 2018 Ansheeta S
Lior Gavra
It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.

It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.

It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.

Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.

It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.
An unfortunate sadist
A morbid *****
An overwhelming pessimist
Kind of brittle bone
Unconsciously conscious
Of defeated steps trodden
A rather peculiar guy
Winner oaths for lousy defeats
Frigid troubles a sort for keeps
Liked not being liked
Forget the unforgotten
Unconsciously conscious
Of defeated steps trodden..

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