Creating Light
a dream of better days
hope that this shall pass
that we will till the soil
and reap what has been
sown over a lifetime
What can heal us?
What can heal the wounds we bear
invisibly within us?
The first sound of this world
The first sound of existence
Calling forth from them to now
On our lips and from our throats
It emerges whole
Calling to the universe
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