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Post by Lynnie on Sept 5, 2013 21:28:43 GMT
Before the storm, She rests a while, Taking refuge In the darkness Of her dreams.
Before the storm, She plays a while, Dancing with the embers Of the dying day.
Before the night, She stands alone, In the silence Of her darkened room.
Before the shadows Of night descend, She whispers tears Into the wind.
Beneath the clouds Of tainted light, She holds a dream Within her hand, Yet it’s fractured, Torn apart By the shadows Of a distant past. (Picture: Stormy Dusk II by =mydigitalmind. © 2009-2013 =mydigitalmind.) [/i] Attachments:
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