And she opened her mouth and sang.
An ancient voice rose up from deep within the heart of her.
A voice of old stories and well trodden paths, a voice that knew cold winds and hearth fires.
She sang of remembering, of honouring. She sang of old, old truths.
The souls who heard it, remembered it from before, and for a moment their hearts were warm and their spirits flew free.
Awen Clement - 2016 (c)
An ancient voice rose up from deep within the heart of her.
A voice of old stories and well trodden paths, a voice that knew cold winds and hearth fires.
She sang of remembering, of honouring. She sang of old, old truths.
The souls who heard it, remembered it from before, and for a moment their hearts were warm and their spirits flew free.
Awen Clement - 2016 (c)
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