long had some children longed to dream
to grow on earth to resemble the light of the star
to be silver, inside and out
waking or sleeping the same
oh radiance long gone oh withering flame
and shining, where have you flown
that in our eyes was so apparent then
to those watching over us;
to the shadow of looming sorrows.
mary angela douglas 7 october 2021
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