1.Dance of the Talender Maidens

To the talender fields they go

young maidens prance, swaying to and fro

Sardar mountains shadow the northern winds

as the blossums swirled as skirt hems spin

Laughter rings and innocence sings

voices on high, lifting eyes to the sky

hearts alive, petals fall like dreams

float and rise, white washed clean

They dance beneath the noon day sun

they celebrate being 21

they made the journey, pledged a vow

all can now happen, all happening is now.