Our weapons
To defeat the scythe of time
That through Earth
Eternalise our places
That carry beauty ever forward
From our minds
Are our children
And such poetry of graces
For while the living stand alone
Each every one
They are in truth
The verse itself,
As either daughters
Or as sons
Egal Bohen
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