A Renaissance in the Air

I feel a renaissance in the air.

A stiff breeze that fills the sails

And blows me where I do not dare.

Armed with hammer and broken nail,

I’ll forge a path and build a home,

Infused with love and family code,

Built on sweat and broken bones.

I feel a renaissance in the air.

 

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