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It is the sun

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Literature Text

Hard is 
the first step
towards the sun.

You cry for the light,
crave for the shadows
to hide you again.

Nobody is waiting,
no open doors
no fire to warm tired bones.

Keep going, 
wanderer,
raise your head.

On the path 
made by the rhythm 
of hundred drums.

You'll hear violin's chant,
a crescendo
through your veins.

A voice calling
from the deep,
a memory within.

Raise your head,
wanderer, it is the east,
it is the sun.
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amrgalal7's avatar
Brilliant :clap:

Very moving, I can hear the drums! :love: