Fresh on the wings
Of a March wind
You run.....
Wild and free
Yet bound,
With knowing
Yet unsure.
Feel the blood of life
Coursing through your veins.
Feel the animal passion
Rising in your loins.
Run, run, wild and free
For She is but a whisper away...
Know
That when you gaze upon Her face,
Her beauty will bind;
Your destiny beckon.
From 'Mrs Darley's Pagan Whispers' by Carole Carlton
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