I observe these shadows that float through life,
I hear the screams as some turn to the knife.
I clutch my knees on the bank of a river,
I feel the breath of death, it makes me shiver.
I reach out and slide my hands through the water,
I feel the warmth of being nature's daughter.
I hear th ewhispers as I'm gazing at the Moon,
I see the night shifters, through the woods they loom.
I stand and brush the dirt from my knees,
I feel calm as I stand in a swirl of leaves,
That turn round and round and finally engulfs me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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