The Song of the Lakes
Murmuring chorus of water,
High and low, whispering and roaring;
Waves crashing on the shore, setting the pace
For a song that the wind carries over to us,
And for each of us whose heart stirs,
It is always the same tune,
And yet never the same song.
And in the serene rhythm of the rain
No-one hears the tear that falls.
From a song cycle of an unknown Matis poets
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Salazar CaradiniFilira Matia
Royal Historian
Member of the Royal Academy of Yrkanis
First Seraph of the Order of the Argo Navis