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Moya
When you said precious words, full of love full of hope
Which resounded like bells of a church in my soul
I knew I was changed in that instance, so pure
For the waves of your wisdom crashed into my mind’s barren shore.
You, deaf and bound to that chair
Taught me to be happy, when I thought you’d be in despair
Whose smile was unmatched in our dance and song
And your presence the fuel of our joyous cabal
You spoke in a language that I had not known,
The language of joy, the language of the soul
And though I cannot quote words technically not stated,
I’ll interpret what you did indeed say, insofar as I can:
”Do not cry, do not relent, don’t give in to sad ways
But see past your fleeting problems,
For the world is beautiful and you are its part
And to cry, relent, give up is to forget and forsake.
Instead: smile.”