A fragile flame, can be blown out
A fut’s lungs breathe
A puzzle piece to a Native Americans heart
Autumns stash of colours
A bespoken secret
The sound, a goddesses foot steps
A continental ancient mark
As light as a shamans patience
Each strand a memory of mountain
A shed of a triumphant eagle
A shard of secrets, perished and recarnated
The sound the rustling of a manticores tail
Only found in ancestral ground
The vein in Athena’s hand
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