Rebelle Society

poetry

The trumpet sings for you.

There was a time when staying small helped us to survive. This is not that time. There is a trumpet blaring. Do you hear it? It sings for you. It calls to you by name. It announces your arrival. You have come to give CPR to a dying world. You have come to heal the broken ground with the song of  ...

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