Why do you want to eat me
And give me the remains
You held my hands
That you know a spring
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Sons of ancient soil
Sons of ancient moon
Sons of our old mother
Who wake before dawn
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Broken chair walk in cloud of gravel spine
Yet montanes cry of lost voices
Deserts have been encroached by stamps of death
Claws of wind tearing shielding rocks if desolate soul
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I came to the world
With a word in my palm
I trekked through this valley
Just to sow this word in wind's womb
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Many creatures are in ovation
Humming and singing in glee
For this day is a birthmark
Of a genius on earth
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I am the voice of unspoken history
I am the voice of the unhatched child
I am the voice of unborn tears
I am the voice of unhosted heritage
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I ferry
On this lane of poetry
With stanzas not like storm
and lines not like rock
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I found her
She...
She that moistened my heart
With dew drops of love
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