I have a cry

Endlessly captured in my soul

Calling to surface For my spirit to find peace

And my soul to be whole While the thought, the tones cascade in my throat The silence is what I hold

But, soothing smells of sage Centuries Of age, as I walk through, past the grove Ancient wisdoms embrace

Ancestors of all nations Unfold the time which will not allow to continue to escape The currents will rise to a storm

Where everything will break out

And the joys and torment will be known Surrender And peace wi

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