So many stories of old,
So many untold.
Product of what was,
Spark for beginning anew.
Singing,
Dancing,
With all my relations.
Singing,
Dancing,
To nights warm embrace.
Take my hand,
Walk with me.
Sing with me,
Dance with me.
Ani Po
Monthly Archives: August 2018
Oh to the Winds
Oh to the winds who call my name.
Whispers and subtleties bring them clear.
To the birds and the sea
Mothers and her trees
At morning light I give thanks
Carry me
Sing to me
In evening light I give thanks.
Ani Po
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