Libra

When a prophecy's a tale, It will be written then re-told, Thru the zodiac in braille Only read by each our soul... Left and written in the stars, Brightly there for all to see, It's interpreted by our, Deep desire to just " BE "... Yet the truth will still remain, Tho its hidden from our eyes, On forever not to change, What we see across the sky.... So we scan each new horizon, When it doesn't look the same, Then refocusing our eyes on , Every image that it frames... But when you are a Libran, Then the prophecy is you, To balance what's uneven, And to challenge the untrue... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com