As Within, So Without
neglect and be neglected
The altar holds a forgotten statuette,
with two red candles beside her triple form,
Showcasing the divine faces of womanhood-
Mother, Maiden, Crone
The moon is full and She stands majestically,
amongst the dust left to accrue,
Due to a girl who went through the seasons,
Abandoned by the Goddess too.
About the Creator
Angelica Salinas
Enjoying the game of life.
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Beautiful...
Beautiful poem. Love the quote.