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CHIEF SEATTLE – ADDRESS.
by
Durlabh Singh
You asked me to
Sell my land
How could I sell my land
It would be like
Selling my mind
Selling the skies above
Presences in the airs
Sparkle of the waters
Memories in dark woods
Green meadows and
Sounds of humming bees.
Where sentry trees guarding the mists
Ghostly reflections of the sandy shores
The sap that runs through pine needle
The blood that courses through my veins
The heats generated by the shaggy pony
And my brothers bear ,deer and the eagle soar.
The rivers are my brothers
They quench my thirst, they feed me
Show me kindness, live my life
Feel me heal me bathe me knead me.
The earth is my mother
She nourishes me flourishes me
Perfumes me with flowers
Feeds me with corn
Sings me lullabies
Feels me in her pain
Renews me clues me with mystery.
Do not force me to sell the spirits
My mother earth my brother river
My sister wind the sap in my brain
Gods of my visions heaven Striven
All my shores and the forest frames
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