Release from me these words
My soul seeks tranquillity
Wrench from me these words
Resounding in my head
Deliver me from false labour pains
Discharge me from this prison
Where paper starkly stares
Stained only by my shadow
Against the candle’s light
PoP © 2 Sep 07
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Don't cry, sister
Don't cry!
The darkest hour heralds
the nearness of dawn
The pain you witness
is the harbinger of the inevitable
revolution!
Prepare its path,
Marshal the people,
The revolution is near!
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