Beautiful Agony
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Every tear
was not something to fear,
they don't kneel,
unless they are to feel,
the grain that heals.
Every grain,
is a muscle gained,
all is contained
from a broken frame-
such fame.
Letting us walk by ourselves through the hall
while opening their arms just in case we fall.
Narrow vision of their beliefs-
that is free.
But all hundreds fall like weightless leaves-
from a tree.
A beautiful night for agony
and hospitality,
who knew such calamity
can be a normality.
Only for family.