who would have thought those sunsets traveled the dark and void
only to find their true brightness in our sky
why does the moon so soft and paled alight
only when hidden on the other side
as creatures leer so long up and beyond
pondering origins of life and death
the clouds dance their palette grays up and on
our lifeless bones and newborn babes at the breast
while the dreamers dream in color
but only of what they have seen
and while the prayers pray of angels display
our color of love is manifest proof that we all live between
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About the Creator
Haothsih
Born in the High desert
Of Kawaika hono, Tsimina hono, Tsi tsi Minadza
Kiva son and brother
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