The Rain Princess sits behind her veil of crystal beads
her chariot pulled by a team of Arabian horses
draped in black
Noses push forward
and necks straining.
This cactus land rarely sees her
The Rain Princess
in such glory.
Mother, Engineer, writer, manager, and more. I am a bit of everything, a creature of God. I am passionate with life. I fear death and its many forms. I love my mind, cherish my body. I express through WORDS.
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