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You Poem
You Poem
his hand in yours. Your family had tried to stop the union,
for a new life in old land. You brought him, who was from
The outdoor air that once comforted you now grips you like a vice,
to evoke those images of orange trees and books, once impressive and now just reminders
of what you cannot be. Your ghts are not yours now,
the only one who listened, that the mountains are calling,
to face the stars above and reach for the sky’s shining light.