Breathe
A fact fades
from truth
to legend,
to simple fantasy.
Sustaining mortal life
without life of her own-
the Goddess drifts
Four essences lye in her wake,
She searches
endlessly.
Spirit; Heart; Body; Life
held in her hands
waiting
for her command
Earth,
returned to peace
because the Goddess
chose to
Breathe.
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