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Swift across the forest floor running with her fear looking for a long ago a chamber tomb buried there. See her trance see her gaze she knows she’s near where sorrow stays. Through trusted woods past silent trees to the stillness of the lake she silent prays on bended knee her soul for God to take. Weak from desolations rage from desolations wrath sickly from the rotting stench strewn across her path. Defended by hounds of hell beyond that fiery blaze Mother knows where sorrow lives where it hides and plays. Hear the echoes hear the cries beyond the shore sweet intention dies. Such memories illusions meant for days that never were delusions cast into a grave from which they’ll never stir. Within the depths of trusted woods nearest to the shore she keeps a secret to herself and more and more and more. (Click on the pic for a preview of my poetry book!)