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Along a Brother
By Omar S., Grade 9
"Peace of Simplicity.
" Emma Rocha, Grade 10
Samsung A71, Garabandal, Spain
Along the way, rocks fill our path.
Wood burns with the fire as we inhale ash.
Along the lines of struggle, we rise.
Given, a flower blooms through a storm.
Vines rise from the dark.
Y ou will make way, a seed planted.
And so will I, letting go of any distraught.
Along the lines of change, we walk.
Souls hovering above ground.
Because Momma hates the world.
And we are not a part of it,
so we never look down.
I rise through the rain.
I don’t drown.
Y ou don’t give up.
Through the thick, don’t give me a frown.
The sun shines with every day,
practically a glowing crown.
Over my head, it resides.
Power over my mind.
Along the blue ceiling, I look up to the skies.
I see some of your open-hearted might.
Leaving the peace you put in a heart- mine.
As it now is living in my temple, my shrine.
Thank Momma for giving us bright suns.
And you being with us through the dark, gray skies.
ALONG THE LINES OF STRUGGLE, WE
RISE. GIVEN, A FLOWER BLOOMS
THROUGH A STORM.
Layout Credit: Emma Rocha, Grade 10
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