Blue flame back

“Thunk on the drums

Flap of wings to my friends 

Justice for my blood kin”
“Your skins are those of men

Gulls as agile as a eagle

Son is not the same as father”
“Cowards drum as loud as heroes 

Wind changes for all birds

Blood thinking in the mountains”
“Drumming ticks the idol hours

Changed winds colder than before 

Mountains crumble at my feet”
“Clocks are still made by those who keep time

Chilled airs are fathers breath

Rocks can still be used again”
“Thyme is growing like a weed

Breathe in the seas airs

Roll my pebbles on the grave”
“Foreword forests all dried up

Air strikes against them too

Dust is all that is left”
“Sun dries all

Winds are universal

Until gathered again and reborn”

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