The end of the lineor is it the beginningof a peace to come?
Finding the answerwhen the question wasn’t askedis hidden wisdom.
The call of life sweptout to sea echoes in wavesof stiffs left behind.
We spend our whole livesblending into the background,afraid to be seen.Nature draws the veil;light shines upon our oneness,and a star is born.
Skeletons beneathrock’s ancient historymight never be known.
Winter’s past longingsrise to the surface of daywhen the time arrives.
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The Water Witch’s Daughter
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