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As dark as the night,
The cries behind my smiles,
Silent and brutal with it's sting;
Just like a flying kite
They see me with their eyes,
Bright and beautiful like a ring.
The unseen battles I fight
With hope that I will rise
Wavering and sinking, not an upswing
To hide from the blight
I walked on those aisles
Free and detached with no string
I see the heights
High above the skies
Slow and steady I will cling.
Unseen (Poetry)
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