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In this book of Poetry the author brings forth the touching of the soul. Spoken words of the loving heart. The beauty of Women and the bleeding heart. Love the gender of God, floating through the Heavens never touching the skies, within the heart Of Women the messenger from God. Let thy heart be the soul of woman, and the nurtures of the land. Touching the soul brings you closer to the mighty God. I thought once how my ancestors sing the sweet songs, of love the souls that march upon the clouds and the sound of the ancient drums, Humble the elders that carry the cross To carry the crown to place upon the warriors heads. The soldiers begins to beat the drums And the spirits rise upon the clouds, as I sing the Nubian anthem the ancestors who brought me cross.