Flowing through our veins
The source of the good days
It’s glue for the hearts of glass

The force that we bury
When haunted in worry
The last minute it saves us

Grinding times that try the men’s souls
Though victory comes at length
Standing tall, facing the life’s force
We’re holding on with our strength

Born in the struggle
It visits the humble
Who never gave up on hope

The mercy in torment
The fuel to ascent
At the end of our rope

Trying times that pierce our armor
Only time tells what they meant
Standing tall, coming to power
We’re holding on with our strength


Alexandra Puškárová

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'Every poem has a story to tell'

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