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O Great orb steeped in gleaming saffron glow with trailing wraiths of fairy-dreams in tow. Are you busy kindling lovers passions? Might you spare a minute to hear my plea? I have lost my princess, to a dragon. I know princesses are out of fashion but this one is kind of special (just to me). I know that your wise eyes see the crags on every mountain and every ship at sea. Surely, they noticed a flying dragon. I hear he fled to the land down under to a black cave where he stores his plunder. If you would but whisper tis true I will be eternally indebted to you. |
I love the way this poem is presented , it speak right to the soul very nice meaning behind yours words , i hope one day i write as well , for now i guess im still an amature lol 5/5 Comment back thanks ! | Posted on 2013-12-18 00:00:00 | by kyserin | [ Reply to This ] | So you say the criminal element has absconded with your would be lover and you've taken to drinking moonshine and dreaming of a rescue attempt. More power too you I say. | Your such a word smith, I just love the presentation here. Repost a few more if you want!! Bruce | Posted on 2013-12-16 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |