TRIBAL
- Avalon Karatau
- May 29
- 1 min read
A magpie flew in, flashing black and white."PAST," she said, "you’ve danced with dark and light —Lost balance, gave too much, believed his lies.But now? You rise."
A bustard stomped through in feathers bold,"PRESENT," he said, "stand tall, break the mould.
It’s time to strut, not shrink.Confidence is not a crime, it's the ink."
Then came the wombat, wise and low,"FUTURE," she grunted, "go slow.Dig deep. Lock the burrow. Shut the door.30 days — no calls, no texts, no more."
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