Rutilated Quartz
She lies in slumber
pending release,
in Gaia’s womb.
Case of needles;
rutilated quartz,
hair of angels
contrives balance;
administrating pleasure and pain,
essence of yin and yang.
She blesses her own
with self-control,
willpower,
protection...
Mother Nature’s
anti-depressant
miracle;
strength of composition,
she is air and fire.
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