Transcends time
Blood runs
deep to sleep
Memories of ancient linage
still drive this body alive
Wisdom of the ages
such have many ignored
Special gifts of those
you know I speak
Still passed down
so few to keep
Minds are muddled
instead of cuddled
Knowledge will in the culling
be cut from they of those
Whom have such gifts Called GRACE
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I would like to translate this poem
Eagle Hawk you a are a stream of poetry no dam no obstacle can block.. within the silence of your speech you talk..like a wise serpent you slither on the soul of mother earth yes proudly you walk.. your words overpouring a better tomorrow.. our parched minds with wisdom you stock...