Treasure Island

Rosi Caswell


The Leader


The wind will not blow on you
Nor tyrants prevail,
For you carry the heir
To Energies through veil.
He will lead all incarnate
In sunshine and rain
And walk the gold circles,
This time, men to shame.
He will show all the true path.
Inspiration is he.
Listen to his wise teachings.
He will lead you to me,
For I am immortal
All levels do I walk.
He will teach you the language
Universal to talk.

Submitted: Sunday, April 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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I am an Animal Whisperer, Animal Human Therapist, and Metaphysical Counsellor. My writings encompass all subjects within these areas. I aim to provide something for everyone to take away from any or all of my poems and sayings. Much Love and Peace to all. Rosi X

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