Echos of the Heights

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V Lee/The Occidental

Roar of thunder hear my cry,

Do you hear your children sigh?

Drops of sweat on their brow,

Blooded beaks of the crows.

Dawn breaks before their eyes.

Heaving breaths, relief of life.

Blessings of the rain,

Memories of the wind,

Grasping the hands beneath their chins.

Sunlight on your skin,

At last the moonlight sings.

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