My feelings borrow 
their colours
from the dance of two
blazing feathers 
fallen together 
from the thunderbird's 
wings, that tightly 
cling
to the tails 
of gold-dusted stars
cascading over the shoulders 
of the giants 
in the evergreen mountains, 
peering
like snake-like rivers 
over a pine-scented skin 
unfolding further 
new found territories
clouds of doubts
question marks 
and scars
like a secret language
of an untold story
and some landmarks
on the imaginary map I carry.                
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Hi Agatha, An immensely beautiful poem on the mythology and their intrigues. Their question marks.. The words scars like a secret language of an untold story conjures up an imagery that sums up the myths in the myths. and some landmarks on the imaginary map I carry. is expressive the unknown geographies depicted in them. exquisitely rendered.