Lubem Aernan Poems

Guardians of the Earth,
Recorders of the realm;
Mother Earth pushes them out
Delivers them off,
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A whirl,
An encircling with powerful swirls,
While on surveillance,
A keen observation of target,
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Behold, I am handmaid of the most high
I was carved and handmade from the forests of life
And moulded from clay this way.
I'm aware the owner of the world formed you,
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