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Underground
Underground
When we're not pushing daisies
But there's planting ahead
When the world is still buzzing
Busy bee in my head
When the darkness envelops
And the sunshine is low
When the world is a maze
And there's nowhere to go
In graffiti I find
A strange message of hope
Someone like me has been here;
At the end of their rope
And the painted grey concrete
Lifts my spirit so high
That it could almost soar
Like a bird in the sky
From the grim under-belly
And the seedy dark corners
Pastel blueness of hope
And a sun that will warm us..
I guess travelers find
In their moments of loss
That the mountains, so hopeful,
Are worth valleys to cross
Every uncertain footstep
Every moment of fear
Is out weighed by the message:
Heaven Was Here
Jinjagoliath
16th June 2021
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