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By Sky Claudette Soto
As with mantle an opulent cup, sits cradled in the palm of my hands joyously overflowing
In a days brilliant light as bright as glittering stars that glisten, down ever so rambunctiously as a rekindled and convolving
heaven
above and an entwining heaven below sits an ever so graciously.. and
bestowing golden, silver of stars that are seen that only passers by
envision a great knowing of all that Ostara is closest and nearest to
thine heart, as we searcheth,
forth
most, endowed within our own inner and outer crystalline egg of life in
a rein of rains towards a ravenous Successor whom is a seer, aware
Of mystical beauties.
Beautiful poem full of the magicke of Ostara and rebirth! xxxooo v
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