Masters ending in my release
22 September 2016
The golden dragons multiplied
Within the monsoons of the wild
The Gods of dark that we reviled
Shed weight of cloaks in which they lied
The secrets you and me confide
They grow like the stream meek and mild
Within the bosom of the child
Through rivers oceans amplified
I bore within me mysteries
Raked leafy lives revealing none
Blowing in winds through centuries
Call of soul echoing through breeze
Tribe of one outer world would shun
Masters ending in my release
Reading of the poem:
The Messenger – Anilah
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