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a poem based from my pagan point of view - in Timeline form |
| Born to this world; sky above, earth below. Senses abound, tempting my new born soul. Filled with awe for sky above, earth below. Maiden wonder is all I really know. New life to see sky above, earth below. Motherly love permeates my soul. Wisdom gained from sky above, earth below. Years of trials forced this old crone to slow. Poised on the brink sky above, earth below. At last, my death shall free my weary soul. |