Unknown of fates of fury storm
Walking working of grace turned cold storm
Proud of wisdom yet weary of turns
Back straight as bow of weight hollow
Lifting and twisting casting light of shadow of red flash
Me me not I cast the stone of wall
Walking wearily sigh sigh works not done as yet
Shaking head left to right makes a cry of joy proclaim
Free of responsibility claim same
Oppress care not wind a flow
Depress is not mellows channel
Anxious not a trees grass
Alone and stern a point focused eyes of pin
Shadows of lies gather and yet we see them all
Disgrace know all fools that parody the call
Scarlett Letter claims them all disgrace
By Felicia McCaw
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