The Goddess
Her hair is long and lingering
Moves like waves over the sea
Her eyes are deep and dreaming
Seeing the ways of change and meaning
Her face is a mystery to the many
Beholding the ancient, within the new, within the now
Her smell is of enchanting earths
Lush and alive with divinity
Her voice speaks a thousand ways
Sometimes with nothing to say
She kills what needs to be
So that what can be shall be free
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