Greed
In her hands a gift
Before her eyes a silver lining
Tied into a thousand knots of love
As she unwrapped diamonds
She threw her life into the mud.
Hecate
She fights with bared teeth
Raking raw old lies and truths
It takes one willing
To see their mistakes for her
To welcome souls with a smile.
Benevolence
There is a city
Resplendent with crystal dreams
Hiding in a lake
Where broken hearts swim in tears
Made of vodka and whiskey.
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Jaya Avendel lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, where she dips her pen into the inkwell of fantasy and prose. Often inspired by life in the forest around her, she writes at Nin Chronicles
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The feelings Jaya is able to arise with her words are resplendent like the crystal dream into the hidden lake of our minds.
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Stunning! xxx
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Profound thoughts and imagery.
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That is a splendor
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🙂 Agreed!
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My pleasure
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An interesting poem… and that image added to the mystery…
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