It Is Our Duty
it is our duty
despite the pains inside our hearts
we still must
stand with dignity
the heart has its own
territory
its own chambers where
we keep our emotions
burning
carefully that these
may not burn us
we keep eye
on what is going to happen
to the future places
where we must
take rest
we are now living
under the most
ordinary sun
a common day
of our senses
as we go on touching
the body of life
now it is time
to land to keep
our wings folded
at our backs
as simply as i must
face you
under the white feathers
of my wings
my pure heart
shall sleep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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