From the depths of poverty.
A singing in the wind
like some great angel flying free.
She smiles as the Goddess
is returned to her great province
of all form. It signifies the worth
of all the love she's ever given.
Empowering her heart to move
again among the living.
Responding to her children's cries.
Soothing with a solemn sigh.
Healing with her gentle touch.
Somehow settling emotions' rush.
Divinity arising in her eyes...
? Michaelette ?
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