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Shadow Dancing
In the shadow of sleeping Kings,
soldiers, and poets,
comes another battlefield day,
man against man, invisible wars,
hell’s fury unleashed among trees.
Yet, upon the rocky shore,
angels dance and sing,
reminding us there is something more
than misery.
Beauty glints among broken things.
Hope is on the horizon.
So on these solemn days,
let us find something...
Friday 27th November 2020 1:50 am
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