Heaven sends her white-faced children through,
The morning paths that bring on Winter's rain.
Her sons, the clouds, the wise, aged centaurs knew,
They ring the mountains in a drenching chain.
Nephele looks high to heights so far above.
She blinks, mist-eyed, as water, gushing, flows,
She spies the Winter's fleeing Winter dove,
And watches where this creature humbly goes.
So spied I, thee, upon the clifftop's height,
And watched thee walk about the high-ridge trail,
Below the crags in Winter's drenching sight,
Within that wintry, windswept, rainy dale.
Heaven's children fly so high above,
Not so distant, though, my Winter love.
A contest entry
- Remind Me of the One I Love by Dlvvanzor.
1200 points, ended October 16, 2007, 20 entries
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Comments
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Aww, that was sweet. Great write, and thanks for entering!
-Dlvvanzor
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