The Soaring Crane
Through the searing pain,
history buried; for sorrow, time takes
The future lifted in the sky amidst hails
for the tears wept in the jaws of Hades
have reached prosperity's gates
And now the streams weep
into our hearts' depths and the boundaries strip
Angel's wings that flip
as we travel along a riff so steep
unto healing, all natives cling
The soaring crane blossoms in might
with it's mighty wings conquering heights
with it's hardened fists ready for a fight
glimpsing into the future with its keen sight
it set's off for its destined flight.
poem by Timothy muggaga
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