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The First Poet

28 April 2010

Of an evening would Zoroaster walk
In a Persian garden
Taking thought with Ahura Mazda
For the fate of the World;
Alone of mortals, Zoroaster
Had seen the burning, churning
Darkness, felt the poison
Of Ahriman’s sting.
Of an evening songs would Zoroaster sing
In a Persian garden
A world of magic his words would bring;
Alone of mortals, Zoroaster
Had felt the Fire of Life
Flowing freely with his desires
Taking shape and giving Form
To his Hopes, and Fears, and Dreams.

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