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A cry captured in my soul

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 will find a home

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