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At Times Like This.

Often in the forrest glen

the early morning mist

enthralls me with it's beauty,

silence,

no neeed to hurry, worry

at times like this.

 

Almost magical this place

you could easily dream of

ladies resplendent in their

glittering gowns,

dancing, dancing

always dancing to

music of times past.

◄ Awaken.

Pitiful Poets ►

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