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Beneath her plain clothes, beneath her Navajo blanket
Flows auspicious blood of Ancients
Synchronicity & signs, Romance & remembrance.
The Spirits guard her door, the animals speak below her window.
The trees above, the Earth below;
She walks in stillness like the Clouds.
Abashed expression on the wall,
A clouded face of doubt, a primitive heart of joy.
She waits to do battle.
Give me back my book, my silver band,
my Solitude.
Trust not the White Man nor the camera.
Count hearts; collect poems.
Let the people in the street pass by without seeing
The goddess who moves among them,
like the Clouds. ¶
Flows auspicious blood of Ancients
Synchronicity & signs, Romance & remembrance.
The Spirits guard her door, the animals speak below her window.
The trees above, the Earth below;
She walks in stillness like the Clouds.
Abashed expression on the wall,
A clouded face of doubt, a primitive heart of joy.
She waits to do battle.
Give me back my book, my silver band,
my Solitude.
Trust not the White Man nor the camera.
Count hearts; collect poems.
Let the people in the street pass by without seeing
The goddess who moves among them,
like the Clouds. ¶
Danielapro says:
Blendo says:
Of course, it's my honor, Daniela!