Maya

she loves you 

and she still roots for you.

she always has. 

her touch is no longer tangible, 

but her words,

her laugh,

her smile,

still reside.

it's the fuel she left behind.

These memories that you will paint on your canvas 

will be with motion. 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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