Speak to me thru the thinning of the veil scream my name!!!
Thru the shadows.
Thru the darkness, of the forest of red glowing flowers dripping thru the pedals of loose souls
Say me name.....
As the trees swing back and forth as the eyes of the unknown watches the one that lays there with
the red glowing fire flowers.
As they whisper thru the wind "speak to me" fly's between the whisper of the trees.
Stary night as the tower sits there thru the shadows and howls of the wind that flows thru fire pits have been lite thru the camp ground...one last night before the rain comes thru for the day as leave blows as the baby mountain lion calling out for there mother thru the journey of mother love and protection as the ancestors call out thru the night owls flying above the one that is searching for her ways.
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