Forest Witch























No older than before, I wait…

Hands sticky with longing
And potential… I have begun again.
There is a name for me now
Though I have forgotten it… I wait.

My face is young, my words unformed.
Embrace me Earth, I am your daughter
Come home once more. Whisper to
Me so that when my voice comes
I shall sing of you.
~Forest Witch (c)Gloria Gypsy. All Rights Reserved

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