SUNIAN SONGS
She held her songs in her heart
And with a blow she gently lay
Them, those seeds of gentle greens
Nurtured with all her magical love
From her bosom to land and sea
One of mother earth's seven angels
That hop about in her stead
Whilst she lay chained in dusty grey
They lope with hope each day instead
-Mx
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