This is us.
strangers to friends to family.
words united with feelings.
people united with passion.
people? what people?
the Mind.
the Heart.
the Soul.
and the apprentices.
This is us.
They gather once a week with the will to write
they carried this tradition on for months
but like all good things they come to an end
although branches break
roots always remain
as the apprentices become masters
and the masters get Immortalized
and when you come and picture us
remember sitting in the light of a screen
and dancing in the rain literature
and all that I have come to gain
will remain with me until the bitter end
this is not the end you see
It's just the recognition of a memory.
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