Language Says

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Language Says

Language Says
Face
Hunt Song
Love Song
Song of the Tribe

Wearing my tree nature
I rest in my own shadow.
Over rocks
my water self
running with others
in smooth unity.

When my sky’s clouded,
taking on my thunder nature
I empty down the burden of my power,
watering my earth selves.

Then, becoming clear, bear long white feathers
from horizon to horizon
and encircle my boundaries,
encircle the edges of the sky.

2018-08-21T17:23:20+00:00 July 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 43|0 Comments