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[align=center]So I wrote a poem. It isn't supposed to rhyme or anything, although sometimes it might. As the timeless saying goes, it is what it is.

 

"These Hyur Hands" by Yaein Mayweather

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[align=left]Eorzea was never a world written in text,

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[align=left]and I may never be able to call myself a scholar.

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[align=left]But that’s okay, because I learned with my hands.

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[align=left]First, these Hyur hands taught me how to take hold.

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[align=left]A dream of a dream

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[align=left]I learned how to grasp the thing in between,

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[align=left]holding it so tightly until one day,

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[align=left]it became part of me. 

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[align=left]Secondly, these Hyur hands taught me how to plant Rolanberries.

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[align=left]And the dirt in my fingernails served as bookmarks

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[align=left]for where I last left off in the lesson that...

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[align=left]there was nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty.

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[align=left]Thirdly, these Hyur hands taught me how to string a bow.

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[align=left]To grasp a hilt of a sword was the extension of one’s arm,

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[align=left]but the shaft clasped to a bow was the expression of one’s soul.

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[align=left]Fourthly, these Hyur hands taught me how to read.

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[align=left]So that now I can read my Chocobo's body language

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[align=left]no longer lost in translation

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[align=left]upon my callused fingers.  

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[align=left]Fifthly, these Hyur hands taught me about Hyur hands.

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[align=left]How our fingers aught to be interlock with the grace

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[align=left]that a weaver spins cloth and synthesis a bond

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[align=left]where even through failed crafting, it will never be lost.

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[align=left]And Sixth, these Hyur hands taught me about me.

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[align=left]To hold on to my dreams and never let them go.

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[align=left]That there was nothing wrong with getting my hands dirty.

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[align=left]To string a bow to defend my heart, country and home.

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[align=left]That with these calloused fingers, I may never be a scholar

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But I can learn with my hands, everything I’ll ever need to know.

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[align=center]So I wrote a poem. It isn't supposed to rhyme or anything, although sometimes it might. As the timeless saying goes, it is what it is.

 

"These Hyur Hands" by Yaein Mayweather

- - -

[/align]

 

 

[align=left]Eorzea was never a world written in text,

[/align]

[align=left]and I may never be able to call myself a scholar.

[/align]

[align=left]But that’s okay, because I learned with my hands.

[/align]

[align=left] 

[/align]

[align=left]First, these Hyur hands taught me how to take hold.

[/align]

[align=left]A dream of a dream

[/align]

[align=left]I learned how to grasp the thing in between,

[/align]

[align=left]holding it so tightly until one day,

[/align]

[align=left]it became part of me. 

[/align]

[align=left] 

[/align]

[align=left]Secondly, these Hyur hands taught me how to plant Rolanberries.

[/align]

[align=left]And the dirt in my fingernails served as bookmarks

[/align]

[align=left]for where I last left off in the lesson that...

[/align]

[align=left]there was nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty.

[/align]

[align=left] 

[/align]

[align=left]Thirdly, these Hyur hands taught me how to string a bow.

[/align]

[align=left]To grasp a hilt of a sword was the extension of one’s arm,

[/align]

[align=left]but the shaft clasped to a bow was the expression of one’s soul.

[/align]

[align=left] 

[/align]

[align=left]Fourthly, these Hyur hands taught me how to read.

[/align]

[align=left]So that now I can read my Chocobo's body language

[/align]

[align=left]no longer lost in translation

[/align]

[align=left]upon my callused fingers.  

[/align]

[align=left] 

[/align]

[align=left]Fifthly, these Hyur hands taught me about Hyur hands.

[/align]

[align=left]How our fingers aught to be interlock with the grace

[/align]

[align=left]that a weaver spins cloth and synthesis a bond

[/align]

[align=left]where even through failed crafting, it will never be lost.

[/align]

[align=left] 

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[align=left]And Sixth, these Hyur hands taught me about me.

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[align=left]To hold on to my dreams and never let them go.

[/align]

[align=left]That there was nothing wrong with getting my hands dirty.

[/align]

[align=left]To string a bow to defend my heart, country and home.

[/align]

[align=left]That with these calloused fingers, I may never be a scholar

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But I can learn with my hands, everything I’ll ever need to know.

 

*claps*

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