She is the swan river serpent dweller speller of forgotten ways She is the whisper the charm the first to do no harm She is the tide the forest the trees and the bowing of the breeze She is the bird of prey of which the songlines say youth is finally here to stay This secret keeper come to bury the reaper That gatekeeper of sleepers a Rapace in your face that ever reminder love is our only grace. She is the storm without lightning the beginning with no end she is the one that final drum thrum thrum and once again y'all are undone. Exe 12/18/2023 © Raena Exe 2023-2024
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