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A Recurring Dream
Sometimes one of us rises to the surface,
taking flight from an unknown dark sea,
where exiled, we have stayed for so long.
Defeated in old battles forgotten in time,
sentenced in absentia by a merciless court,
clearing debts of incautious ancestors.
Our vision accustomed to the shadows,
our body surviving with minimal breath.
When the one who embarks on the climb
arrives on the shore and breathes full life,
he is abruptly sunk again by diligent guards,
those armed cherubim at Paradise Gate.
Has our penalty not yet lapsed?
Has the reparation of the beaten not yet been paid?
Could we endure light by the day of release?
Perhaps, then, with a pledge of the dark days of yore,
we may, sharing beloved Earth with the Almighty,
make a new light; friendly to human nature,
openhearted, unabrasive, and compassionate.
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| Edilson A. Ferreira |
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