Elements
You fly, fletched keenly,
thudding sure and sound to
your true mark.
Of eagles, flames and mountains
you are formed.
You are a spear striking true.
I ripple, eddying lightly,
swirling up and around
my true vision.
Of salmon, lakes and valleys
I am formed.
I am a river winding to the sea.
thudding sure and sound to
your true mark.
Of eagles, flames and mountains
you are formed.
You are a spear striking true.
I ripple, eddying lightly,
swirling up and around
my true vision.
Of salmon, lakes and valleys
I am formed.
I am a river winding to the sea.
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