'death' ' sadness'
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Pain clouds the mind for all actions are from the heart
Emotions flooding at once tears you apart.
They speak of his final hours
Such a joyous soul ripped away as darkness cowers.
Bang bang bang
Where is your soul?
Buried black in Native earth.
A hatchet and a poem,
For victry’s sweat you cry.
You are brave.
Life is a wound that can't be healed
we resist life's pain though fate is sealed
We live humbly
On our own lives
Sadly...Death grabs all in due time
I try to avoid death if I can
In their red and blackthe mourners are moving their bodiesto the sound of happy dirges.The men and women in cloth gyrate their waiststo the rhythm and melodies made for the occasion.Onlookers applaud with smiling facesWhile the others respond in c
Into the beauty
And the unknown,
Fear we always feel
When she comes
And dances around the fire
That lady in Black,
Like a free bird...
In an August night
And all men are taken
