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They are like porcelain, aligned
same pose, expressions, a wave of hand
with lyre one in a graceful stand
another sits in Yoga style.
Their eyes drink sun shine from the sky
the will of fortune keeps off split
above adversity, woes’ pit
in meditation spirits fly…
Ascending to the cliff sign R.I.P.
the wind drilled/whispered in the air
a wish for a habit ‘do not fear’
trust 6th sense, let the
heart to flit.
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| by Brenda Warren |
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