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Pagan Poetry - The Underbush

Image – Jenny of Omnia

The gentle breath Of a Moth’s wing Winds of change In everything The world quiets There is no rush The thorns and posies In underbush The gateway opens The fae elope The trees sing songs Of the mountain slope The wolf eyed girl Howls at Dark Moon The river bends The journey, soon.

Joey Morris – All my own work and design all rights reserved

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