As I gaze into her fascinating twin round beautiful black pearl
eyes I see the light of freedom and the might of power in the elements
of this sometimes cruel life.
Yes, this little freedom fighter has captivated the minds of those who dare
challenge her might and power. Who shall know the purpose that gleams
from this innocent smile and childlike smile? Will she free the forgotten?
Will she defend the defenseless? Will she love her sisters and offer them
the hidden wisdom of life as they will eradicate those that are capture, by the lust of
material toys and insignificants?
Nevertheless, She shall always be The Beautiful Lioness Of The Village Of
Tabor.
I have known the pain of disappointment and dishonor,
but now I am knowing the expectations of joy and happiness.
I have been abandon to the wiles and cruelty of life and now in the
course of the eve, I have been embrace by not one, but three sweet doves.
Yet, who is this damsel that frolics around with might and reason? Who is this
fair maiden that captures the heart of men and those whom she capture seems
to be desolated in there purpose and shallow in their walk.
nevertheless, I find myself contemplating about the joys of faith, and the marvellousness
of maciel, and then I come to know and appreciate The Sweetness Of Bliss.
Truly, I hope I am worthy to speak of this.
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