Before The Old Gods


In springtime the flowers,
Like men standing before the old gods,
Lift their faces up to find their fate
Feeling the warmth of the new sun
Feeling the cool of the new earth
Seeded by fate
This is the way we know ourselves
Dancing in the winds
Dancing to songs that don’t belong to us

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