Zywa
Santanova
She's just sitting there
as a strong magnet
People come and go
home healed, they say
She must be a saint
a new one, who is among us
She doesn't need anything
she returns everything right away
People who give hope
receive hope, people full of love
get even more love
The disappointed leave
deeply disappointed, and aggressive visitors
are knocked own with their own anger
Wishes and curses bounce off
her, so full of everything she is
a black star, a full void
in which there is no more space
complete gravity, visible
in everything she reflects
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