I am her, my movement in eyes. In the way,
I reach,
but cannot grasp the sky.
I am her: and how it hurts to know this.
I may stand, but how to stand together:
when they have taken home?
in this, even disappointment, dies.
---
A miracle.
A fondest love is born.
up from the smokin ashes,
and blood, and trumpet sound,
a black procession, unmourned.
and shirts and dresses, torn.
across a raging ocean: in me.
What could we say of love?
--- That even from the depths of sorrow.
A dove.
I reach,
but cannot grasp the sky.
I am her: and how it hurts to know this.
I may stand, but how to stand together:
when they have taken home?
in this, even disappointment, dies.
---
A miracle.
A fondest love is born.
up from the smokin ashes,
and blood, and trumpet sound,
a black procession, unmourned.
and shirts and dresses, torn.
across a raging ocean: in me.
What could we say of love?
--- That even from the depths of sorrow.
A dove.
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