Keep me beautiful

Like how night gathers close to dying moon

Will you remember me,

or forget too soon?

Enough of the tears,

I will wave my smile at you

For you to keep me as beautiful as you knew.

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When we think of our generations who fought for various kinds of freedom; socially, politically, spiritually; we think of it as...

Here we are

A little aligned

And a lot distracted

A little answered

And a lot questioned

A little satisfied

And a lot unsolved

Here we are!

To free ourselves

from ourselves.