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Wiccan Beauty

Poetry By: Raven Phoenix

A walk the Wiccan way

Submitted:Feb 4, 2007    Reads: 205    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

When I look upon a flower.

It's not the flower that I see.

But the face of a Goddess

Looking back at me.

When I walk by the river

Where the wild otters bathe

You may see a reed a rustling

But me, I see a fairy smile

When we walk those woods together

Theres a rustling in the trees

Look what do you see?

It's Herne playing hide and seek with me

Oh! it's great to be a Wiccan

Others only see a tree

I see a thing of beauty

Breathing, Living, Hurting just like me

You're never alone if you're Wiccan

I hope that one day you'll see

Why a lonely Witch is smiling

Smiling just like me

Blessed Be


Raven Phoenix


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