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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

The Last Light


The Last Light

While the landscape never alters,
And its beauty never falters;
The softest presence ignored,
Yet it's nearness ever adored;
As the evening's sun protracts,
The shadows it now attracts;
They wrap me in their sadness,
Yet offer a secret gladness;
Some day the sun might set,
The mind might soon forget;
But from deep within the soul,
This memory shall make me whole.

Warrior Princess


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