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Can the sun touch me with it's warmth
It's so cold here in the depths
Dance with me my golden orb
We don't fit with the norm
Two opposites drawn together
Bound by this light
Oh how we shall fight
Shall we duel as lovers
Or will we slay one another?
It's so cold here in the depths
Dance with me my golden orb
We don't fit with the norm
Two opposites drawn together
Bound by this light
Oh how we shall fight
Shall we duel as lovers
Or will we slay one another?
Literature
Who you are
You're an enigma, a curiosity
When I'm near, I find it hard to see
Those soulful eyes draw me in
You make me long to share your sin
Our closeness feels like a crime
We always seem to run out of time
I'm drawn and repelled
You entrance me, like a spell
A simple step forward and away
Always running, wanting to stay
We continue our gentle tease
Playing tunes along the breeze
One step close and then away
Dancing near a simple sway
Our friendship it seems to last
Whether it moves slow or fast
One step close then away
Dancing near a simple sway
Finding each simple theme
Always searching for the dream
Literature
The Warrior's Quandy
I hear the drums, the chanting,
far behind me, near the camp.
I sit alone, under Grandmother Moon.
I need to think.
Which path is right?
Which path is wrong?
Will we, the First People,
regret this way we forge?
The elders counsel waiting,
the younger feel the flames of war,
they hear the call of the drums.
The white devils make many promises,
but the only ones they keep involve violence.
So many of our people, not just warriors,
woman and children, slain as well,
left to rot, lost to history.
We've been driven from our lands,
so many times,
uprooted from our past.
What will the future hold?
Will our ways die?
Our
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Anguish
There is so much I want to say,
so much I feel I need to say.
And yet, words seem so hollow.
The simple elegance is tarnished,
the skill we once shared, weakened.
A chain has been broken.
Something precious, stolen.
I cannot find the rhyme or reason.
All I know is what was taken,
cannot be replaced, cannot be repaired.
I prayed, long and hard.
I wept, pleading, begging for a miracle.
Unfortunately it was not to be granted.
Perhaps a greater need elsewhere
called and took what was ours.
It is not easy, I cannot let go.
Even now, it is a harsh, cold dream,
stealing the warmth from my soul,
taking all the comfort
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