A Reminder
The late June evening breeze
Swirls about freely
Uprooting voices from the hills,
Chants from the valleys,
Drums from the Earth,
And draws a song from the sky.
An Old One places his hand
Upon my shoulder as a reminder,
Sending a shiver down my spine
And shoots an awakening to my mind.
Swirls about freely
Uprooting voices from the hills,
Chants from the valleys,
Drums from the Earth,
And draws a song from the sky.
An Old One places his hand
Upon my shoulder as a reminder,
Sending a shiver down my spine
And shoots an awakening to my mind.
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