Perhaps,
When all is right and
The world is
Still,
Those Whom we have known
Shall return.
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Two women
Cut from the same tree,
The connection
A piece of Samoan
Folk art.
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Softly whispering,
Gently touching,
That which once was.
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An indigenous alter,
A puzzle,
A chess board.
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Knowing,
Remembering,
Bridging forever...
Connecting, holding
The promise of hope.
Memories of the heart.
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Where movements
And affirmations
Set destinies
In motion.
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For once was,
Shall forever be-
Is.
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The life
That remains in wood.
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