The moon is my mother,
The sun is my father,
and the Earth is my only home.
This is who I am,
Nothing more, nothing less
Then a warrior of Gaia,
A priestess of the past,
A woman who thrives on rebellion,
And a woman who dreams far to much.
Now, who are you?
The sun is my father,
and the Earth is my only home.
This is who I am,
Nothing more, nothing less
Then a warrior of Gaia,
A priestess of the past,
A woman who thrives on rebellion,
And a woman who dreams far to much.
Now, who are you?
- Last seen on May 10 9:59 PM. Member since August 13, 2004.
- I'm a hyperbolic pebble poet for 1992 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Why stop in Wonderland, when the cosmos are open before you?".
- I am a 17 year old woman from Massachusetts (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Learning..
- I am in the groups FaerieLand
- I have 1,992 comments, 4 contests, 284 poems, 41 stories
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I walked away from the laughter, the magic
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A pebble-
so small, and smooth -
I see you
I feel you
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A KISS UPON A BROW
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ShotgunGoddess on June 26, 2006Blessed be my friend...
Fair Winds,
Kel -
Morningstar1948 on May 26, 2006You are very good with word my freind. You are a warrior of oall . Many warrior man or woman fought the battle of all you speak in the poem of dying. The white man ways. If you like to learn of the old way let me know. I have a book out on the market now. It is called The Hertiage of Native Americans
By Sondra Sue Kelly-Stanford. it is on sell in the internet with Batnes and Nobles.com and Amazon.com and also with the book publisher www.publishamerica.com The book is of how my Grandmother told me the stories of long ago.
Talk to you later.
Morningstar 1948
