for Palestine

Time to my FriendFleetingly I see As the movement of time stops A moment where nothing is tainted Nothing is hurt As time is stoppedTime to my Friend
I am pulled into the comforting embrace The embrace of a friend Of my friend who is always there for me As time stops
My time keeps going As the movement of the world slows My friend moves towards me With me Always with opened arms for an embrace But as that time stops It moves again
But my friend
My comfort
Is now with me
And will never leave my side Drawing me close
When I cry my tears When

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MOVED TO: ~ShutteredReality
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MOVED TO: ~ShutteredReality
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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MOVED TO: ~ShutteredReality
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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