They call me Wiccan. I call me Witch.
A powerful spirit in life's bloom.
Travelling within a love affair.
Entwined, graced of Sun and Moon.
Ignorance scorns forgotten ways.
Misunderstood I stand my ground.
Hallowed my body, a sacred space
pulsating within divinity's crown.
Society’s tried to take my fire,
sucking my wind in tainted veins.
But wonders I weave with Earth tears,
laughter dancing in tantric waves.











. nice poem

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