Slipping away,
Into the beauty of my dreams.
The sunlight streaming through
The Lothlorian forest.
The water of the Anduin River,
Cool and clear, refreshing and soothing.
The ring, hung round my neck,
A familiar and comforting weight.
My elven cloak, flowing around me
Its folds enveloping me in peace.
I know who I am.
I've always known.
Frodo may not be alive,
but he lives on in me.
Author notes
My first contest poem. YAY!
Written December 7th, 2005
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very interesting, not your best, but very very relfective and personal.

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