The Mighty Ones

Back and forth
Side to side
The force is pushed around
From the hands of wealth
To the fore bearer of soul
Though the mighty have little
The little is in the making
Every build, every mold
Makes the journey bearable

As the moon dapples
The wind throws away its weight
And the people smile
With the coolness
They ride through the night
Some on trains,
Others in hearts
Shaking, moving
Orchestrating their paths with a wand and a voice
As their faces all glitter in this rhythmic night
They celebrate, jubilating
Beautiful steps they make, but hauntingly ever so warm

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