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This Land Will Hold Their Wings

Rinoa

The smokey river seems disturbed.
Slowed my breathing to a still.
A restless yearning from my bones.
Boots crushed through the ice and snow.
A candle flame in her palm.
Shining brighter than the first day of sun.
No blanket of clouds, no rains a fall.
A new life is born.






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