Light In The Window
Candlelit calling
To enjoy a foreign aroma
Remedy me
In sultry
Smoke kisses
Wafting
Spirits lifted
Memories sifted
For taboo treasures
Gifted in the form
Of extreme measures
Hardships
The way soft hands develop callous
To gain strength and resilience
In forward movement
Internal growth
Yields communal improvement
For those claiming they do the most
When they're barely even manning their posts
Neither teacher nor preacher
Simply observer and student
Got volumes of notebooks
I been scribbling from coast to coast
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