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The Lioness ~ She who guards the entrance to the Sky
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The Lioness ~ She who guards the entrance to the Sky
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Long ago
in an ancient land
a young woman
shaped beautiful words
weaving stories
from threads of despair
She offered
her beautiful sadness
a sacred imagination
and crafting songs,
incanting tales of magic
she saved her life
and the lives of those she loved
...her name was Scheherazade.
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The Lioness
in an ancient land
a young woman
shaped beautiful words
weaving stories
from threads of despair
She offered
her beautiful sadness
a sacred imagination
and crafting songs,
incanting tales of magic
she saved her life
and the lives of those she loved
...her name was Scheherazade.
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The Lioness
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Scheherazade knows
the Lioness -
the one who guards the entrance
that opens the sky
The Lioness knows
a path through the clouds
that unveils the journey
and unveils our dreams
Scheherazade knows
to weep at the door
offering her tears
the Lioness will drink
the salted darkness of her grief
The Lioness knows
and knowing transforms-
the taste of beauty in sadness
these tears become songs
this sorrow will become stories of light
Scheherazade knows
the Lioness
who guards the entrance
to our dreams
The Lioness knows
for healing
for beauty
for love
she will open the door.
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