Hours…

It starts from below, down where it cowers. Knowing it’s fate, to Her it empowers.
For hours.

Control, comfort and care. She flowers. Content in a service, that never sours.

For hours… and hours.

Silent, content. Worship it Showers. Within your world, we live in ours.

For hours. Hours… and hours.

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