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Death comes windward through amethyst light

I practice the art of asking    
Bronze beauteous distant acre
foremother will dry mine eyes    
where blood tears leave like sweat    
exhaling  encompassed embrace    
towards each cadence of existence    
I will sing you to the weeping ponds    
hear how mine heart writes    
cooing echo tinctures rose leaf    
Mine eyes dried, foremother    
sound acres distant answer    
ad infinitum
Written by RiAN
Published | Edited 25th Apr 2021
Author's Note
Listen to the song, its so incredibly moving and hauntingly beautiful sung in the Icelandic language, art Dehn Sora, Blut aus nord
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