Her bare feet
kiss brown earth
Black coal eyes glitter
before the crackling fire
Her head is high and proud
for history sings
She raises her arms to heaven
Zill laden fingers reach for the stars
She surrenders
herself to the gods
They are her masters
her inventors
They are the music of her soul
Sleek and supple
she dances across sand
plays among the pyramids
extends a hand
that will lead you through
the winding labyrinth of fear
Acutely aware
she stares at far horizons
Lilting spice
vision of wisdom and passion
Behold
this spiritual illusion
of raven hair free in mystic winds
flounced skirts flying, exotic, abandoned
Her soul takes flight
a journey
into the promised land
She is innocence
She is grace
She is daughter of both earth and heaven
Beside the crackling fire
she sways on distant mountains
Let the music
take you there.

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