Across the miles we are apart,
But still you hold my beating heart.
The distance may be hard to bear,
But our love will always be there.
Though we can't touch or hold each other,
Our love grows stronger than any other.
We're bound together by our hearts,
Even when we're worlds apart.
The love we share gives us Comfort
And the moments we know we care.
We might be unable to be close,
But our love is what matters most.
The miles may seem to stretch so far,
But we'll always be each other's shining star.
With every passing day that goes by,
Our love will continue to multiply.
So though we're separated by land and sea,
Our love will always set us free.
And when we finally reunite,
Our love will shine so bright.
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli4 days ago in Poets
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