 | AMAZE | Michael L Evans |
| Deep Is The Coal Black veil, in pale moonlight, go home to our children - think of me, when the heather blooms each year. Gaea Dreams Starlight glistens the flanks of the last unicorn ... dipping her gold horn in the calm jade sea she flings the moon into the night, shakes her silk mane, and bows to the she-wolf's first song. Wildflower Sixteen when she braided May flowers in her hair, walked down the hill, and married - barefoot.
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