A hoop of willow to hold the thread
to catch the dreams above my head
To hold the ones that set me free
that lift the veil so I can see.
A spirit thread attached and woven
protects and keeps the one who chose them
From dreams of nightmares putrid breath
that cling creating a wish for death.
Feathers added, spinning freely
spin there magic when you're sleepy
Coloured beads of the seers stone
gives clear vision of what was shown....Written By Robyn Brown
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