The PrayerA Poem by Miss Mary JaneThe shaman raises his hands. Seeming to suspend in air as he whispers a gentle prayer. To heal his people. Who lay scattered on the highway. Their spirits mingling and tasting within the realm of peace and freedom. The spirit of the shaman lingers over the child, caressing his soul. © 2009 Miss Mary Jane |
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Added on March 31, 2009 Last Updated on May 22, 2009 Author
Miss Mary JaneKnoxville, TNAboutMy name is Mary Jane, I'm just another character brought on to you by the gods. I believe in mystical adventures to heighten the passion of life. I like to go out into nature and worship pagan deities.. more..Writing
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