THE LAST WHITE MAIDEN
Gloves of gold and feet of silver; clouds running
fierce and fast. That wand, beforehand unused,
now twinkling stars and light. Fixated on nothing
so much as a moment, eyes blue stare straight.
-
I need space and I need quiet.
A place so forlorn to go to and
return when...the new dawn
comes, the new people arrive,
the entire world is changed
over once more.
fierce and fast. That wand, beforehand unused,
now twinkling stars and light. Fixated on nothing
so much as a moment, eyes blue stare straight.
-
I need space and I need quiet.
A place so forlorn to go to and
return when...the new dawn
comes, the new people arrive,
the entire world is changed
over once more.
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