In Groves of Silence
- bebhartiverma
- Apr 29, 2024
- 1 min read
The Witches of Eden
Have shadows hidden
Stories untold
Of a love forbidden
As strong and deep
As their roots grew for everyone bloomed
With the tale untold
Time had no meaning
For time itself knew
That the Witches of Eden
Were made of energies new
As new as the moon(wind)
As old as the clouds
With every new leaf
The love grew
Taking birth anew
Moon cast it’s spell
The mist flew
Covering the Witches of Eden
In their eternal grove ...