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The Truth in Time
Materialised out of t’ foggy whorl.
Most people have speculated without fail
from whence shores or dimension you have hail’d.
They agreed upon: You’re out of this world!
A temperament like Mercury hurled.
I’m a master in the art of stonewalling.
I couldn’t help but irrevocably falling
for you as my bridled passion unfurled.
You don’t possess the beauty o’ Saturn’s rings.
Idyllic days under Neptune blue skies.
I wouldn’t exchange this time for anything
in heaven or on earth– that is no lie.
The truth and morning become light with time:
True nature of Epona is sublime.
Copyright ©
Suzette Richards
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