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Goddess
...written on 2009-05-22, @ 4:51 p.m.
This woman does not whisper. She does not growl or hiss or roar but her touch commands. "Grow," "change," "live".
The world sparkles, fresh with dew, underneath her slender fingers. Beneath her the earth lives.
The animals stop in wonder when she passes by and go docile at a simple gesture.
She is the laughter of children, the light of innocence, and the wisdom of age and experience.
When we see her, we want to change the world.