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Pagan Poetry - The Shapeshifter

(Original image – Witching hour by DmajicPhotography.)

I place my bare feet Upon this Earth And feel the call Of all that was My aching soul It longs to run To be free with The Wild Ones My beating heart Sings out loud The trees they know It’s all around The Crows are singing Back at me Little daughter You’re not asleep I see through wolf eyes I weave my fate Tears sow the ground From my mistakes But warriors They are simply made That iron dancer Is not afraid The woods they part And speak my name And so I shift And run again.

J.Morris 2015

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