no rain, no flowers (poems)

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A summer's kite,
floating helplessly
above the dappled light,
carried by the wind,
a child's holding
its rope very tight,
colors of the brave,
a burning Phoenix
from a far away sight,
traitors never win
because they are
the ones who cannot fight,
however, always remember
those who have fallen
during the coldest nights,
they are the keeper
of the flame,
the ones who risked
their lives.

-wounds that don't heal