of our asylum children
their jet black eyes you bless
with sparks of long lost eden daybreaks
you celebrate the courage of
each fragile sheltered housing smile
crowning well earned silver manes
with golden halo glory
and now through scent of spring you're beckoning
into sacred space - a plane of grace
where bricks and mortar fade away
like smoke into a cloudy sky
as the life that's truly life
erases every alibi
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