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Unity
I watch myself
in this great mirror
of the global village
i am no longer wearing
the black face of the warrior-man.
The sun shines-
the enigma of a smile
like a golden dawn
on the threshhold of night.
See the flowers of unity
i prophecy,the stars in my hair
adorning my black crown.
From this great face
rises the dawn
from the sleep-bed of night.
Beautifully said!
Write on,
Misha B