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FLYING STONE
[excerpts]
©1989 and 2002 by Ariel
Cinii
all rights reserved
The first of us to
settle down,
Could not believe their eyes;
This place so big and so beautiful,
Had mountains in her skies.
Our troubled people were locked in war.
We could not understand it.
We hurried through and shut the door,
So they could never find our, stone...
Flying stone.
Leave the miseries beneath us;
Alone, on our own
only brotherhood between us.
We know only our lowly ways,
So let the dragons teach us
To roam, like the stones,
Drifting up above our eyes.
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