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Jan 2015
Eyes the color of tiger stones
Whisper to me your song of old
Soft scales, impactful blows
So beautiful
Remind me of your powerful soul
A rising orange sun-glow
Reflects the light just so
I can see the life lines of your skin
Encouraging me to go within
The infinite being that is
Accepting the power I miss
Now, I lift my Self higher
Connect with fire
I align with a desire
To take the ego from its towering spire
And begin to rewire
The thoughts that conspire
To cause me to tire
Before I can muster
The energy to uncover
What I thought I had lost, however
Now I know
Nothing is ever lost forever
I am never alone.
Inspired by my sister's beautiful and intricate Amel Cornsnake. I had a moment where I was gazing into her eyes and this poem just came forth. Apologies for the roughness of it. Thank you all for your support <3
Axiana
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Axiana  British Columbia
(British Columbia)   
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