When faced with time’s test,wash away the years and tearsof living’s unrest.
With whiskers and wingsand whispering winds, flowersfly until they fall.
When veins of time lapseupon the lap of future,we find our presence.
Living and dying;an everyday balanceof nature’s beauty.
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The Water Witch’s Daughter
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