A Brief Ode to the Mother-land

Each piece and color

a complement of complexities

compels me to call to you

Shine down on me

through the brightest rays

of blood and amber

Mother of implorable wisdom

whose symphony of tears scatters wide

like jewels of the roughest mines

the planar mirror of heaven’s starlit embrace.

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