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Gardens
dark and holding the World's secrets, you are a Mother,
a Mother stern and true.
The
Fey know your name, and they speak in hushed tones,
carrying it with all the Reverence it deserves.
The
stark images of the woods, grave and severe in deep
winter, fill me with a cold solemnity.
Here
you remain, and here you shall stay, fore'er more.
by
Carla
Bailey
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