Torches

Lights burn without end
for the passing of night,
between hard stone walls,
beyond the guarded gate.

There with miracle prayers
for names painted in smiles.
Quiet, repeated, with hope
for another to happen here.

Calm air fills with the
silence of wailing hearts,
a cold breeze pregnant
by collective dreams.

Lights burn without end
for the passing of nights,
sharp memories and wishes,
carried in watching eyes.

torches

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