I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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The Master's Hand

January entered in virginal raiment adorned.
On her third day was the exception born;
Love of a species greeting its creation.
Ever aware of a need for survival; though
Never experiencing satisfaction's arrival.
Trespassing in a world forged from selfish truths.
Hindered by absence of a guiding hand on
Expeditions into dark nights of the soul.
Where the deserts drown in seekers' perspiration,
Her hardening heart bruised by expectation.
Obstructions removed by the Master's hand -
Rises her sun from it's final perdition;
Emblazoning a beauty across my blue-sky visions.