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Takes more than one day to make things clear To make them see why we are here Lets keep on marching until the streets crack Walk and march with your rights in hand Its been too long since our fights where won Today could be you sister who gets murdered or killed So stand up tall and make them see We are here voicing those who no longer can Takes more than one day to make things clear To make them see why we are here

#womensday #women's march #womensrights #standforyourrights #diadelamujer #abajoelpatriarcado

Nyc you are the sea filled with power shaped by wind you are made of waves you have made them stay

A Hell lies within you to the west steaming water condensing the air aggressive advertisement fills your walls but you stand still and carry on

People here have learned to swim your powerful waves have given them wings there’s genuine sounds coming out of everyone and love and calm and chaos all around

Nyc your are the sea i am forever grateful you exist you are the living beat of history you are the living hope for the refugee

#poem #poema #nyc #newyork #liberty #libertad

Canada / Kanata

You are the morning dew you are old and new a gentle breeze that makes me freeze

I see you speaking all languages and preserving your own I see many people from different places that like to call you home

You are the morning sweetness and the afternoon breeze the syrup that stirs the sweetness of the day

You are vast and robust like the bear that hides also kind and adventurous like the squirrel in the park

You are French flour in Montreal La rue barre and the silent mass the solid solitude on the mountains that we can witness in Banff the bear the bark the trees and the land you are all big and great you are made from the past

#canada #alberta #banff national park #rockies #travel #poem #inspiration

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low, - He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad; The dust did scoop itself like hands And throw away the road. The wagons quickened on the streets, The thunder hurried slow; The lightning showed a yellow beak, And then a livid claw. The birds put up the bars to nests, The cattle fled to barns; There came one drop of giant rain, And then, as if the hands That held the dams had parted hold, The waters wrecked the sky, But overlooked my father's house, Just quartering a tree.

#athunderstorm emilydickinson poetry