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This shinning water that
moves in the streams,
and rivers is
not just water but
the blood of our
ancesters.
If we sell you land,
you must remember
that it is sacred,
and you must
teach your children
that it is sacred,
and that each
ghostly reflection in
the clear water
of the lakes tells
of events and memories
in the life of my people.
The water's murmur
is the voicse of
my father's father.
- by Quetzal_Itzli |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/18/2009 |
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- Title: Sacred Land
- Artist: Quetzal_Itzli
- Description: short poem
- Date: 08/18/2009
- Tags: sacred land
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