Prophecy Of Pisces (Dream Of Water)

Prophecy Of Pisces (Dream Of Water) long poem

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The dream of water, in a spiritual awakening…
And the journey of Pisces through the astro sea
in the shadow of Neptune.
The travels of Apollo in the company of Horos
and Aphrodite persuaded by the great and
terrible creature Typhon they turned themselves
into fish and tied their fins together then swam
away. The journey of Pisces since four thousand
years and a day.
The dream of water in a spiritual awakening…
Tenfold and rightfully so hence the amethyst and
the blood stone. Just like a magician your intuition is
strong! Divine confirmation of the great cycle as the
wheel of life circles through the deep blue trigon.
You remain distinctive in all your mysterious
ways. Since four thousand years and a day!
Well it is just the Prophecy Of Pisces and the
Dream Of Water…
And this is a spiritual awakening…

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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