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My Self Poem
The selfless witch, who inspires
The author's fierce desire,
She is the low storm who whips the winds of October
An Autumn babe with strong will power.
Invading my mind at night and day
Let me just count the ways she waves her spells
Oh how I love the way she smells,
With big dark eyes and a graceful way
My love for you forever stays.
She wears ten hats in just one day
My lovely witch was born this way,
From mundane times to the astral plane
The Goddess smiles upon my flame.
Copyright Daeira SilverOwl
January 2022
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