Winter’s Dream by Amanda Clark
Seven is the painted sky,
Seven dreams, unfolding true,
Seven whispers, spirit hears,
Seven journeys ’round the moon.
Seven songs sung through this heart,
Seven heart-aches, colored blue,
Seven times the shaman’s drum
Sings my soul back home to you.
(c) Deanna Leigh Joseph
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