PASKAH 2025
When your eyes gaze upon the sky,
My heart lingers on the forgotten ways.
When rain revives our lines,
You see flowers blooming, and ancient rails stand worn and weathered.
On Easter day, I climb the narrative,
Not bound by destiny, I ascend through the rain,
Your face etched in simplicity.
I scale the walls, for humanity's ascent demands
A gaze toward the sky, a rise straight into my eyes,
A seeming destiny unfolding within the story.
With small steps and strides, I find my footing,
Tracing the roots
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