The Last Teachers


The reddish plains 
were no longer empty;
The Narcissus flowers swaying
in the wind transformed

I beheld the Hyperboreans 
standing in clusters, 
holding hands. 

Ancient, 
their pale skin was luminescent
Immortal, 
yet their eyes held fear

I walked towards them with 
an open mind,
prepared to listen to the last
Teachers of their Age...


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