Dúlra - the witch of Nature - inktober 1

I rose
with bruised petals
of wildflowers
in my hair,
My dreams
softened by the hush
of leaves,
My pulse
keeping time
with the hooves of deer.

I speak the secret tongue of rivers,
the moon is my sole confidante,
and the forest my cathedral.

Witch, woman, wild…
with moss as my crown,

tell me… do I really need a hat?

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