Maiden, sit upon this ground
of wasted beauty forlorn.
Shed your tears upon the grass
and all shall be reborn.
Petals of innocent curve into a smile,
soft lips will pay for our mistakes.
Beauty, drink this pain away.
Drain the poison from our lakes.
The wind that moves your dress,
in twirls of summer past
will bring us leaves of passion,
beautiful sadness fading fast.
Fading fast into snowy hills,
you are rolling in our madness.
With eyes alone you bewitch,
please take away this sadness.
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Written October 27th, 2006
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hmmmm this is really good. I'm very critical and very hard to impress but what you have penned here is excellent work. I'm so sorry I can not applaud such beautiful work. Points lack my applaud but you have mine if anyone needs to knw.
~Serenity~
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