poetry

Family

Harmonies rising, faces aglow

Mother, father, daughter

Spanning human creation

Daughter fulcrum of their song

Within, low lighting

Illumines and shadows.

If you saw them apart

One, you would not imagine them.

Yet they are.

And such things can be.

Beyond, outside their sacred space,

all is amiss

And hate and anger reign,

And our differences we can’t forget.

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by Ri_Ya

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