On sharp rocks she attempted to rest her claws, or were they paws?
Chaos is creation and it’s full of last straws,
Grasp and cut in half,
All that you lack,
Cold and glittery starry nights,
Subsequent sunburst sunrise,
She rises and wanders, her life, a melody she must sing,
Only time will reveal echoes, were they ever listening?
She unable to relinquish the dream,
She bares her soul, her teeth, and let’s out a roar of a scream,
Lioness, it’s anyone’s guess how time will unravel this thing,
You must simply walk, your simple life, an offering.
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Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 