pen in her hand flow these written words to gently stitch up wounds
that she never inflicted; Driven not
to change but rather to fix things
others left behind broken -
Hang the stars back up
Refresh the spoilt colours
of the rainbow with bright
coloured paint
Straighten the moon
Dust the clouds off the sun's
face to bring in the light...
And yet she gives no thought to this
because it's just who she is - Let the
moon rise & fall she'll probably still
be there, 'tis the only way she knows...
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl
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