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They pierce the silence
with the drums, they play
around the burning pyre
They sing a song to
give thanks to the forest
as the embers move
The drums, the song,
and the embers turning
into dancing fireflies
They create melodies
to move the forest
and awaken the spirits
Fated Hours
A desire
the heartstrings play a new melody
or an old melody on different strings
The desire won’t wait,
yet the deep winter night holds
stories and mysteries
A fool,
such matters were never my own
By design
An insect amongst billions
such a fool
icons clouded my vision
Soon
C & K 