Transient Hands
I went out knocking
With silver bracelets
Where the mountain's ancient Moria
Bestow a holy wisdom
To all those who have lost their vision
To those who haven't kept their word
Though they strived to fulfill it
I went out, oh my friends
Knocking with silver bracelets
At your backyards in Moria
After the torches were extinguished
After the shovels were broken
At the end of daylight
Where a spectrum of our dreams
Burst apart in sixty-six years of war
I knocked with silver bracelets
To fortify your spirit's strength
To recover hopes and dreams
To remember Moria mountains
As the enemy vanquished
And brightened the stars of their heroes
And my transient hands
Hovered above Moria Mountains!
I saw myself in two salty tears
Knocking with silver bracelets
To restore the sparkle of Moria mountains
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2015
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