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May 25, 2017

Skipping down the road
Her mother in tow
A smile upon her face
And arms thrown wide to the breeze
Her brown hair drifting behind her
Like leafless branches of trees in spring
While the golden sun-like head of her mother
Shines behind her steadily
On the path of the horizon they tread
No one would guess that they come from a world
That has faded away like the last mist of dawn
And their horizon has often been broken
By forbidding, jagged mountains
And that sometimes their sunsets come swiftly
When they aren’t prepared to say goodbye
No one would guess that they’ve lived through losses
Too numerous to count
And they’re leaving yet another home
That twilight has stolen from them
But no one would guess that the strength they carry
Will light their night with stars to guide them
And that the Big Dipper will catch their tears
And when all the stars shoot away and abandon them
The moon will be their loyal ally
Shining as a last beacon of reflected hope
As proof that there are greater things to come
And as long as their horizon stretches on
They will continue on their journey
Searching for a world they may one day call home
And a sunrise of their own






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