Tear after year, year after year,
The visions, the truth the lifelong seer,
Many worlds I have seen,
Long before I was ever a teen.
Gifted, clever and full of wisdom,
A woman of wonder from a long lost kingdom,
An ancient before time even began,
Living each day the best she can.
Fighting to get away from the lies,
So one day she can soar through the skies,
With wings on her back in a world more free,
Yet why does it feel she needs more clarity.
A mystic, a witch, a wild woman for sure,
Sexual, sensual that no force can cure.
It’s not a disease but a beauty and flow,
A feeling , a sense, something you just know.
No man could ever restrain such a beauty,
Because that would only ever be cruelty.
They could never take her fire,
As this isn’t something that could never expire.
Water, earth, fire and air, talk to her in a silent way,
They keep her stable each and every day.
A rarity, unique and one of kind,
A strong individual that no one could subdue or bind.
One day she will spread and wings and fly,
Feeling the wind on her face as she fly’s by.
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