Best Provenance Poems

Walking unto the pier's edge gazing silently at Salvia's sea...
Stirring waters, churning deep within my Spirit; crashing waves
Transcending this flesh the world her sky these coiled clouds as time....

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A cloak-and-dagger dance around honor 
Singing lowly to no one, she puffs her blue burqa

This pot I boil is much like me
A meal of warmed flesh waiting for a hunger to feed

There is mystery under the moon
Your eyes can't adjust as night unveils my aroma

Pashtun...

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I have the touch of viking in me
The spirit of the wild and free
I am the waterfall cascading
Across all nordic kingdom

My sovereignty undenied
I render lush abundance
Assuring joy to a parched land
Pride and glory to its clan

I am the gurgling source of life
That will not ever...

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