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Word

Holy Word
inscrutable essence
land of the foreign
wandering woman!
 
Touch the daughter
who walks between
shadow and light,
courage and fear.
 
Play melodies
that shape
the world
to which she belongs.
 
Speak words that
emit a fragrance
and carry the soul
through time and space.

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