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Post by Irielle on Nov 27, 2007 4:20:27 GMT -5
She floats in and out of life like a weaving forest tree Her friends are elves and fairies, and other things not yet concieved Butterflies, so gentle!, whisper boldly at her ear And every sunlit moment her laugh sprouts another seed.
The music, a crescendo, builds and glitters when she is near, Come dance! She calls to flowers, come live with love not fear! For although the darkest winter will surely fall soon at our feet, We, the magic people, bring hope with laughter not a tear!
Take up your golden spark, and shower upon this earth the truth through silken voices of merriment and mirth! And we of the masked greenery, so oft left unheard, unseen, Will play for all the humans and remind them of our worth.
I wrote this for all the beautiful places in our world that are being torn apart for the 'progress' of mankind. And for those that have forgotton true magic. And for those that still believe. Peace love and light. Mel.
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Post by narym on Nov 27, 2007 5:45:09 GMT -5
That's beautiful -x-
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Post by Cassiel on Nov 27, 2007 19:43:38 GMT -5
Wow.
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Post by Reidell on Nov 28, 2007 13:38:23 GMT -5
Have to say that was just amazing!
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Post by Irielle on Nov 29, 2007 6:05:01 GMT -5
Thanks guys. Im hoping to kind of join my photography and poetry in some enchanting little book, so its appreciated. xo
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