December 7, 2009
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Sound of a melody;
Carried by winds over golden blades of grass,
The flow;
An icy water trickling over polished stone walls,
The rhythm;
Of antelope hooves striking the dust of the sun baked earth,
The beat;
A heart, steadfast and certain
Beating into us,

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