A history shrouded in active secrecy and wordless melancholy.
The only link to the past is this unwavering gold like blood flowing through our veins.
With every quiet thump under our breast, the legacy lives on in us.
We are malleable, strong, and conductors.
We are linked in gold.
Beautiful in our ability to re-shape ourselves in face of the strikes from the steel mallet that is life.
A heritage of unwavering gold,
we are connected.
Women of Orelia.
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Muse || Poetry
PoetryFor centuries, the nine muses in their many forms have inspired us to find our own purpose. Now it is time to inspire others and ourselves to do the same. Inspiration takes reflection, a period to muse over our thoughts and overcome ourselves. To be...
