Thursday, 17 November 2016

Native American Poetry - Mark Osmer

Shaman leads me to a place, all warriors long to go,
Where the red sun sets on golden mountains, no wind of pain ever blows,
Sat beside pure crystal fountains in the shade of mighty trees,
An Angel whispers healing to the warrior who wants to be.

from The Stillness Within The Storm by Mark Osmer Copyright 2015

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