The Gift of the Whales


Woven through the tapestry,
Whales hold fast their mystery!
Enthroned in turquoise colors keep,
They rise through oceans, from their sleep.
Through their blowhole, tales begins
To spiral once more the ancient spin.
They restore the ley lines negative breaks,
And save the Earth, from any quakes,
That threaten Earth’s very crust!
So if by chance you get to see,
They’ll reveal their mystery,
To your heart!

Linda Lackas

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