All paths lead
To the same goal
To convey to others
What we are.
And we must pass
Through solitude
And difficulity,
Isolation,
And silence,
In order to reach forth
To the enchanted place
Where we can dance
Our clumsy dance
And sing
Our sorrowful song.
Words by Pablo Nerda.
And drived into poetry the way that I Natasha wanted it to be.
I am Qalme Tari Mistress of Death Nat. Norville.
Cretics Welcome.
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