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A hopeful submission to a contest! |
| Passing the grazed glaciers The lowlands of Eden A spec for freedom But for not of heart’s failure! A tide emits from the dark When humans iridescence; Incandescence! The ocean that marks! Whence here, Forged for fulfillment, Alike and now to peers Dark tides. Of collaboration does beauty such create? A symbol more than tacit might Among rights; this must be freedom A daunting for others, it might be most irate! For most, it must be more, Of a whole; it must be stern. Propagated by all, allowed in stall Freedom is seen, assured for to gleam. |