A crown of ravens ‘pon her ‘brow, majestic in her stance, regal in the uplifting of her arms; welcoming and offering her shelter, though arms still bare, to the wings that seek solace in her bosom. Outstretched, her branches reach up, inviting; a bid to welcome nesting amid her hair - and not a care of the weather, nor the gray skies above, just an ever loving invitation to find bield in her home. This fine lady of majesty and grace, rises above the land, yet knows her place in the balance of universal flow. And if you look closely, though her arms be bare...you will still see warmth and a glow in the air that surrounds her; laudable is her wish to share what little she has, and in the silence in which she stands - I share with awe, each and every thought she has found me worthy to receive.
Ya know Deb, this is a self message, an utternace of things tru in you, though the objet discussed is another. It is true, tht even the sheered beautys so well cared for, with all the dazzling mistique there given, are simple and all too often that, mere glued tinsel, arrrayed by pencils of the art, and there not the 24 karot gold we aare truly in seeking. And this poem tells that. It additonally tells that spirit or love certainly abides the heart, of those often now as well embued, and the tragic ends to meet all who certainly cannot tell, Al
There is no mystery on this journey to hell. You are witness to the crimes dealing out the death sentences... each justified by one of the seven deadly sins.
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