A runt soul heaves
so sound and calm
a voice full of hopes
striving with her palm
to step an inch toward
the place of her land
Sadly enough a boom
a thunder of fires and burns
rising above towards her
the tiny tiny eyes
facing the flames
trying to face the storm
A voice against all evil
so vigorous and steady
loudening to let her live
with the peace and shine
emerging at a great altitude
to awake the world in slumber.
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