Meeting Place
Purposefully I wander back roads
seeking ancient drums and rhythmic odes
sung at midnight in the filtered moonlight
through moss covered trees and giant guard stones
silently watching the dance of maidens.
Excitement builds in the tempo of life
as maidens and warriors meet then part
then meet again to forever mingle
as one spirit soul, undefeatable
in life and for all of eternity.
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