
The birthing if a glorious day
maria par son nom
They say that Beauty is only skin deep
She rides the winds from the east her hair everlasting jubilation
She is the beauty in the deepest valleys
She is the beauty of the Highest peaked mountains
She is glorious
The ancient beauty that gave stars their names….
She is magick
The birthing if a glorious day
She is the warmth
I feel at noon.
Kissing the top of my head
So lost in wonder,
I don’t even realize my shadow has departed!
She is Brilliance
Casting of the sun
Casting of runes
Simple spells that feel like balloons ….
And she
Is more
They say that Beauty
Is only skin deep
They have not met or experienced Truth
As only someone jealous
Could utter such an ignorant phrase.
maria par son nom
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
For Maria ……
