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the world thru a looking glass so many pretty colors that no one sees but me the sun slanting warmly upon my poetic melancholy where ancient leaves descend from heaven regal, majestic to bless the earth as i lay nestled in the arms of the Autumn Queen dreaming of enchanted days in misty woodlands where elven songs rise up on fluted melodies and ghostly children's voices shimmer on the edge of dream Faith is here in her Golden Dress with her Mysterious Smile waiting for me. by Adam Love © 2006 |