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Stairway to a Sacred Cave Poem
Stairway to a Sacred Cave
Going down a passageway,
With magic on the rise,
A stairway, narrow, ancient,
Near the Wailing Wall of cries,
Illuminated are the stones,
A city built of gold,
Descending only deeper,
To the prophecies of old,
Remember now this prophecy,
Not sealed in rock or stone,
The future moves with every step,
Alive, you're not alone,
Give way for what must cometh forth,
Surrender to your flow,
The dam shall break with stunning force,
Your people now shall go.
-Pamela Storch
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