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My Sacred Name
Mountains in a valley,
over the clouds.
When the day is broad,
I am the wind.
I remember my name,
it is from my great, great grandma.
Her face as soft as silk.
I remember the spelling of my name,
it is from the Bible.
When Abraham sacrificed Issac.
I remember my old house,
it was near a lake.
The lake waiting for me to swim in it.
I remember looking at myself,
I know it is me.
It all ends up in a dream.
