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Post by Astarael ~ Enduring on Aug 1, 2010 21:14:34 GMT -5
Flutes whistle...
A fairy listens She emerges, north void's daughter Wandering Renewing the faithful, A memory
Hope
Listen,
flutes are whistling...
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Post by pinkdictator on Aug 2, 2010 0:34:43 GMT -5
I just love this. I feel like it flows together so well.
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Post by inflames on Aug 6, 2010 10:23:55 GMT -5
This is tender. There's a real sweetness to this poem which is extremely endearing. i enjoyed this. Your poetry is always beautiful. =)
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Post by rayofsun on Aug 6, 2010 10:53:30 GMT -5
There is magic in this poem...a sweet magic created in a field at night under clear skies and stars. Such optimism.....love it.
rae
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