Pills and Potion in motion
Support pushed in like a cushion
The smell of medicine fills the air
Drops of love add in a touch of care and
twists and turns are no longer rare.
Hands abound crafting magic that is profound.
Dreary eyes and magicians in disguise.
Needles and threads move around.
Sound of the prayers plays across layers.
A ray of hope and a streak of pain
fighting from within for a place to gain.
Tired hands struggling to mend.
The fight will soon end
as the nation soon comes together
and works with determination.


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