bracing for the next tide
the next tide of sorrow
of grief and of anger
She stood tall to protect
all those whose lives were spent
spent fighting the cruelties of men
the injustices of women
the path of Fate
She stood strong to preserve,
the gems that cried tears of blood
the tears that gave her strength
the tears that were her only companion
She stood alone, all alone.
I know . . . I can understand the pain of that tree at 100 . . . It stands tall and strong even when August 2006's rain tried to uproot it . . . :D
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haha hiba! true! :D
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