Dear Hills
We carved the basin.
This stone left here by Masses of ice by
Gone now but this
Stone still here this
Powerful song
Fills it of water each
Spring we are fed
by the hills
We fill ourselves
With the water this
Basin remembers
that old time of ice
When it gushed
Of melted snows
We carved the
Powerful words
Of admission
My strength cometh from the hills
.
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