Alisa Muniz Blanchard all rights reserved
Something stirs the dreams of Grandmother Sage
Where she was called on by the ancestors to orchestrate
A rising metamorphosis of burning rage
Like thunder, her wise visions demonstrate
The truculently waking of dormant sensory
Born now are the children who can translate
Recapitulating the struggles through memory
For in their sight and direction hope is found
These warriors of the heart tell a new story
Ahead bewildering promise abound
Day 15: http://www.napowrimo.net/
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