Stand & Hope..
The sweet smell of a sacred brand,The shivers of a small quake,
The beauty of the never-ending souls of the twined black holes,
How these things I think of daily,
The warm embrace of the red sky,
The strong pull into its heart,
I've no complaints,
For this is where I stand and hope,
And although I pray all day,
No dreams are answered for me,
But still I've no complaints,
For one day I know my prayer will be delivered and answered back to me.
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