A Place For Poetry: Part 3

Jerusalem

And when her eyes open,
She is home,
Yawn grace of morning,
What will the day bring,

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She is Seventeen,
Alive,
And when she rises,
The world awaits.

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And when she is ready,
Brief curve of the well known,
She hears parents,
Family,

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She is seventeen
Happy,
And when she sighs,
The world smiles.

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And when she digs,
Into breakfast high,
Laughs at her brother,
The morning beams,

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She is Seventeen,
Satisfied,
And when she goes,
The world is hers.

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And when she reaches the market,
Such bustle of the city,
A throng of the familiar.

There is safety,

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She is Seventeen,

responsible,

And when she moves,
The world is in awe.

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And when she sees,

A belt of fire,
She is not concerned,
It is worn youth,

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She is Seventeen,

Innocent,

And when her feet carry,

The world spins on.

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And when she gets close,
It is just one more step,
She closes her eyes,
And holds her breath.

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She is seventeen,

Dead,

And when her eyes open,
She is home.