
SEASON OF THE MIST
There is a time when love dont grow
between winter and falls timely season
A time that brings the misty clouds
it has no use for reason
~*~
Upon a swing of fantasy
A princess sits and cry's
Her prince is lost within the mist
and so she weeps and sighs
~*~
A season she must wait to know
beneath the solace of the tree
She gave her heart to only him
as her tears fall willfully
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Her knight in shining armor
is he a dream or fantasy
Does his love really exist
are they truly meant to be
~*~
Now the season has revealed
as the sands of time subside
Upon a swing of shattered dreams
this season her loves denied
~*~
Angellynn
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