The Praying Field
The battle lions are drawn
Syruped upon the wind
Spanning a silence fraught with the nervous and the calm.
Sultry the nanimals linger in the praying field
Lurid with cranberry eyes they touch.
In touch with you and me.
So step outside and see.
How many things you can be.
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