Sybil
I......
I......
Forgive my ill intentions....
I am great...weak
I am strong enough for two...not true
I am brave
I alone know of you...who?
I am humbled
by your friendly (angry) face
and I have stumbled (fallen) inside your empty place
Ethereal Fairway...
with the sun, wind, and sky shining...
The tall green vines of all your virtues....
The innocent smell about you....
