Toroidal forces from our bosoms
Twirl and whirl and embrace us
With bouquets of unreal blossoms.
I am picking, on her glowing field,
Pieces of her shattered mirror;
Glimpses of my broken shield
Leap before me even clearer.
The glisten of her radiance
Blinds me to the heavy hammer,
Once upon a recompense,
Splintered I, shield, and amour.
Delicate and tender hands
Strum my heartstrings like a harp,
The reverberating resonance
Of Gaia’s music wakes me up.
Maiden of the Glorious Sun
Show me the Beguiling One,
In her bright embrace, I lie
For one last time before I die.
— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2024)
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