In the center of the forest
You will always gonna see,
The wisest woman alive.
Better don't waste your time
If your heart impure is.
She is the wild incarnate.
The mother of all,
The most pure soul,
Of all you know.
You, may ask:
What she is?
A goddess...maybe, a witch?
I say, an angel with broken wings!
Why she have her wings so broken?
The story is old, too old for this times,
But one thing is for sure,
She wait to love again to reach up,
The skyes she left.
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Stars And Wings Of Opal Flame
Poetry~ A volume of poems written under the most beautiful experiences. ~
