Cycles of Wisdom
Babies that do not cry
And the only one were mothers
The small souls were teachers
And the feminine power knew
But the shadows were there
And that bound was eaten.
The Dragon knew his power
And that cycles were swollen
And the souls went off to cry
All of them forgot
That only bound
But they went and forgot.
Cycles of Wisdom
become awake
day by day,
step by step.
And the shadows
Become the Teachers
And the Dragon the power
But the light never left
It was only forgotten.
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