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Valley
CYCLE I: EARTH
From heart in valley’s vales does Goddess give
New life to all that’s known through earth and time.
Graced with Her sacred flows to all that live
The quench of parch and sweat from struggles’ clime.
Her palace gained in spreads of futile fields,
Her throne room floor is banked in river's run.
Though force insist, its conquest will soon yield,
Can few resist Her wrest of wills begun.
High mountain storms may come with thunder’s rage
With flash in dark illumine valley’s still.
And torrents rush to spill Her river’s gauge,
For even stony flood Her plans fulfill.
To those that open come, their love profess,
With work hard spent, that in Her folds find rest.
April 4 - NaPoWriMo 2017
From heart in valley’s vales does Goddess give
New life to all that’s known through earth and time.
Graced with Her sacred flows to all that live
The quench of parch and sweat from struggles’ clime.
Her palace gained in spreads of futile fields,
Her throne room floor is banked in river's run.
Though force insist, its conquest will soon yield,
Can few resist Her wrest of wills begun.
High mountain storms may come with thunder’s rage
With flash in dark illumine valley’s still.
And torrents rush to spill Her river’s gauge,
For even stony flood Her plans fulfill.
To those that open come, their love profess,
With work hard spent, that in Her folds find rest.
April 4 - NaPoWriMo 2017
Published 4th Apr 2017
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5th Apr 2017 3:07am
The welcoming bosom of the Mother Earth to provide solace and comfort. Theres an underlying vein of tenderness and homage in this, Hepcat. A deep reservoir of respect.
Very nicely done.
Very nicely done.
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