Jumping from one to the next
Was what She was trying to tell me
As I skidded through the sun-bleached dust
But me never seeing as She saw kept jumping blindly
I remember now
And see with irredescent eyes
And now I sit and see
In a world without up or down
And from here I can jump
And I will be nourished
I will be my nature
She is my Teacher.
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I hope to see here more of your Witchy writing.. sounds like interesting material to me.
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