Pagan Eisenhauer Poems

A rose to one is LOVE,
while to another its HAPPIENESS.
A tree to oNe is STRENGTH,
to another its a HOME.
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As the night creeps in and the light slowly fades, mystery seeps through and falls lightly upon the night.
As the wind blows softly, rustling the leaves. It feels light as a caress being layed upon your skin.
As the earth shakes from deep within its cracks and crevesses the only light to be seen is the light that strikes fast from the heavens above. The boom a second later shakes your very core.
As rain falls down, the Gods above sob in sorrow and rage. Every tear is like ice.
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Hot, sweet, and intoxicating.
Deep emotions shake within.
Each touch lighting a fire
in your core every time.
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