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Tue 12 Oct, 2004 07:14 pm
Of such beauty,
The beckoning finger of fear.
Delight of unknown and adventure,
Holds me tightly with darkness so clear.
A child once wandered intrepid,
Amidst the water of brack,
She looked at the scars of the old tree
And realized no turning back.
So she sat and looked upward
Still searching,
Awaiting the mist of the dawn,
And in that magic of being,
She waited with breath of play on.
Inspired by stuh's captivating picture of his game of adventure.
Great poem Letty...I especially love the second verse
Bless you, my child. I declare, as I was looking through the original writing forum and saw stuh's cover for his game, all I could look at was the picture, and it so reminded me of my jaunts into the wilds of yesterday, that the verse just naturally followed.
Letty do you mind if I bury this poem to be found in some literature in my game?
stuh, I would be honored. When I have time, I want to read the complete context of the game.
A masterwork, Letty! A pounding meter and intense message!
Good morning, all.
Kelly, I always appreciate your comments. Thank you, my friend. I would love to see more of your writing, also.
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