The wind whispers the words of ghosts haunting my memory in flashes of sweet, silent clarity,
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and I remember.
I remember souls reaching as waves grasping for shore
And I remember joy
I remember hearts yearning as I had never endured before
And I remember love
I come from pain, from happiness,
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From right and wrong and in between,
I come from the persecuted, the hated,
The shunned, not allowed to be seen
Another ordinary day.
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Sun is high.
Sweat trickling thru one’s spine.
It’s a long road.
Getting used to it but not quietly.
This boredom hits all of a sudden.
What’s there tomorrow?
Is there anything new today?