In time, Her entity will exist in waters slowly
flowing toward the western dawn,
Her breath sweetly blowing through
soft orchards filled with the fruits of Her loins,
and the voices of the loudest flowers will swoon
under the beauty of Her silence,
as clouds gather to shade Her skin so fair,
untouched,
unharmed,
innocent
to all that tarnishes life;
In time, She will rise
from the hollows of lonely,
inconsolable drifters,
from the darkened corners of
disembodied dreamers, and will
engulf the ocean to cleanse all that
pains our souls, purify the sins that
swallow any sense...and
in this time, She will allow the air
to weave through her hair, elongating
our inhalation, as She exhales upon
connection, filling our lungs with
'once-condemned-but-born-a
faith...
in Her...for Her
belief lives.
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