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Pride Poem 7- The Banner and the Palace of Pride by Missluckychan22, literature

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Pride Poem 7- The Banner and the Palace of Pride

Red for life Orange for healing and celebration Yellow for brilliancy and sunlight Green, prosperity and growth as well as nature Brilliant Blue for Serenity and Soul Purple, the spiritual colour, representing being proud to be ones self. And more recently, black and brown for the people of colour, and pink, cyan and white for those who are trans. This flag, with the initial 6 colours, originally for gay only, now is a banner for us all. A shimmering rainbow, as a banner of sort of like our own kingdom. A place where Queens rule, a place for respect and kindness, a place to celebrate. And yet, there is still division. "Bi isn't real if you're hetero-dating" "Pan isn't possible" "Ace and Aro folk aren't allowed" "Allies don't belong at pride" Some people cry as they close the gates on their fellow denizens of the palace of pride. That isn't acceptable, we all are allowed we all are welcome. Whether you're aro, ace, bi, pan, trans, cis, and even allies. You're welcome here. The one

The Darkened Path by Mister-WarBeast, literature

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The Darkened Path

I dream of the days, Of laughter and sun, Of promises kept, And of battles I've won. I dream of the nights, Of celebration and cheer, Of tenderest words, In an absence of fear. Yet I live in a world, Where all joy has fled, Where life has no purpose, And all hope is dead. I relentlessly walk, though all strength is gone. A soul that is dead, Yet my body lives on. On this unending road, My dark odyssey lies, Astringent are the tears, Ever stinging my eyes. A path of contrition, Upon which I tread. Regretful of words, Both said and unsaid. Lost in this darkness, I have become sorrow. My past, dim and distant And no hope for tomorrow. The

leaves from the vine lyrics by Shadowlover09, literature

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leaves from the vine lyrics

Leaves from the vine Falling so slow Like fragile tiny shells Drifting in the foam Little soldier boy Come marching home Brave soldier boy Comes marching home Those leaves did grow From branches overgrown Drifting slowly down Resting on the loam Little soldier boy Taken from home Forced to fight a war That's not his own Leaves from the vine Falling so slow Like fragile tiny shells Drifting in the foam Little soldier boy says "Carry me home" Sleeping soldier boy Is carried home