The maiden awoke,
sleepy face, with a frown.
As a child laughter,
echoed around the lonely town.
Sound of the rain accompanied her,
as she ran out of her chambers.
The ground felt stifling hot,
as if stepping on angry ambers.
She ran fast,
and she ran slow.
She crossed the high,
and crossed the low.
At the end of the world,
she found a land long lost.
Waters that ran blue,
and hills capped with frost.
She drew in her darkness,
and lit inside a new light.
She walked on and on and on,
with a hope in the blue twilight.
Hope is a thing with fickle wings and glittery beams. It takes and takes you high somewhere and glints playfully just so you look down and feel gut wrenched at the height of your hopes and belief in an expectation that could never have been strong enough to hold you up. People dont always get happy endings, but ends have and will, always signify the rise of the new. New hopes, new possibilities, new friends, new realtions, new adventures... I hope you're new finds you, happy and joyful in time's pace. I pray the odds stay in your favour, all in your grace.
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RandomIn presence of the sun, We share golden redamancy. With warmth of all you, A chrome day, our requited love paints. ------- Come to me, O little hero, marcid in all your glory, melting in hell, yourself taking all in, a heavenly abditory. ========== ...
