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Ode for All
Jane, Age 13, Beijing, China

We sat on our old truck trunk
like a still life drawing, still and silent
Looking up at you, we saw you shine
brighter then the street light lamp

The silent night, only owl we heard
And over the darkness we heard the light
The light, spear like, came straight through the night
And melted our heart, like fire burning bright

You may have the most beautiful light
but up in the sky, the dark lonely sky,
You were alone, and even though you're luminous
I could feel tears dropping in the dark
landing on my head, as it rolled down my cheek
like a sponge, softly and gently
Into
Me

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