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voices of ancestors
i heard
the sound
of flutes
playing in
the garden,
the fields,
leaves
alive now
with spirits,
no one
is asleep
in the far off
graveyard,
ancestors
wait,
their voices
come from
the
moist soil,
they
let me know
dreams
still exist.
the sound
of flutes
playing in
the garden,
the fields,
leaves
alive now
with spirits,
no one
is asleep
in the far off
graveyard,
ancestors
wait,
their voices
come from
the
moist soil,
they
let me know
dreams
still exist.
Published 25th Feb 2024
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25th Feb 2024 3:05pm
So beautiful, deep and poetic! It flows spontaneously like an enchanting dream! Stay blessed with the gift of poetry.
26th Feb 2024 00:56am
25th Feb 2024 3:32pm
Ahh. The Pagan in me totally adored this. I loved the connection displayed to things unseen. The flutes were a lovely nod to the energy of Pan, a concept I feel especially close to.
Thank you for sharing this. It was beautiful in its simplicity.
-M
Thank you for sharing this. It was beautiful in its simplicity.
-M
26th Feb 2024 00:58am
Anonymous
29th Feb 2024 1:40pm
This is incredibly beautiful. So full of magic in its way
29th Feb 2024 1:42pm
