Is it not in the fragrance of a rose that
tells the story
Of the majestic woman and sprit she rides?
Is it not the angels of heaven that chase
Her laughter and song?
Yet it is the wild creatures of the forest
That
walk with her.
And the eagles who soar the sky around her.
For she is not a dream but a reality
Awakened in a new dawn.
~ Casey ~
(from the book "The Awakened Woman")
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