Well here She is, she's at it again,
And She's got a love to profess.
For when no-one is listening, when they're leaving and lonely,
She knows that she must confess.
They may just slink through our shadows,
Exuding kind strength and eternal warmness.
This one that we call on when we seek some wisdom,
The wise, the wiser, wisest.
Who am I?
SS
P.S- A storyteller of valiant proportions.
And She's got a love to profess.
For when no-one is listening, when they're leaving and lonely,
She knows that she must confess.
They may just slink through our shadows,
Exuding kind strength and eternal warmness.
This one that we call on when we seek some wisdom,
The wise, the wiser, wisest.
Who am I?
SS
P.S- A storyteller of valiant proportions.
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