5minute poet — whispers a wind of ancient magnificence

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From the mists arise
the tale of our life
it lies so near, almost within reach
the green cover and the dark edge
it’s mother

Whispers a wind of ancient magnificence
Hanthana resonates with it
Mahaweli sings it
We only feel it 
vaguely ever more

Heart strings vibrate
in unison with mothers beat
we know how not or why not
but we are
and are not without it

Yes extract it
Melt it and pour it
Weld it and string it
Batton it and mould it
Untill it all comes back
on you.

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