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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Fog
It wreaths the trees with dimming light
It muffles sound
It dulls the sight
Brings cold and chill
The constant drip
Smoke without fire yet has no smell
The beast abroad but who can tell
A dragon’s breath but has no heat
Of swirling ghosts
A phantoms touch
In tombs I lays
In caves it hides
On autumns heels it follows
From arctic chill its strength it borrows
Within its shroud can evil hide
The stalking thief
The stabbing knife
But yet when the dawning sun arises
The ghosts they flee
The phantoms fade
The leaves and ground are wreathed in silk
A thousand threads
Each one with gems
A million gossamer diamonds
A myriad of spider’s pearls
That glow with growing silver light
And banish fear in to the night
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Crisp autumn morning
Fog bannished by the sunshine
Let's go leaf-shushing!"
Send that sunshine my way please, still misty here.
Love leaf-shushing, great name for it. Used to love walking through Virginia Waters in Autumn. Not bloody car at the moment so i cannot get there this year.
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Fog
It wreaths the trees with dimming light
It muffles sound
It dulls the sight
Brings cold and chill
The constant drip
Smoke without fire yet has no smell
The beast abroad but who can tell
A dragon’s breath but has no heat
Of swirling ghosts
A phantoms touch
In tombs I lays
In caves it hides
On autumns heels it follows
From arctic chill its strength it borrows
Within its shroud can evil hide
The stalking thief
The stabbing knife
But yet when the dawning sun arises
The ghosts they flee
The phantoms fade
The leaves and ground are wreathed in silk
A thousand threads
Each one with gems
A million gossamer diamonds
A myriad of spider’s pearls
That glow with growing silver light
And banish fear in to the night
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Ethereal.
I love it.
Did you write it? |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Fog
It wreaths the trees with dimming light
It muffles sound
It dulls the sight
Brings cold and chill
The constant drip
Smoke without fire yet has no smell
The beast abroad but who can tell
A dragon’s breath but has no heat
Of swirling ghosts
A phantoms touch
In tombs I lays
In caves it hides
On autumns heels it follows
From arctic chill its strength it borrows
Within its shroud can evil hide
The stalking thief
The stabbing knife
But yet when the dawning sun arises
The ghosts they flee
The phantoms fade
The leaves and ground are wreathed in silk
A thousand threads
Each one with gems
A million gossamer diamonds
A myriad of spider’s pearls
That glow with growing silver light
And banish fear in to the night
Ethereal.
I love it.
Did you write it?"
All my own work. I dabble now and then in poetry, short stories and write terrible electronica and dance music (computer only, lol).
I have written one novel, dragons and wizards stuff and self published it, hell i have even sold a few coipes. |
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By *isaB45Woman
over a year ago
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"Crisp autumn morning
Fog bannished by the sunshine
Let's go leaf-shushing!
Send that sunshine my way please, still misty here.
Love leaf-shushing, great name for it. Used to love walking through Virginia Waters in Autumn. Not bloody car at the moment so i cannot get there this year.
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Sending some sunshine your way!  |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Fog
It wreaths the trees with dimming light
It muffles sound
It dulls the sight
Brings cold and chill
The constant drip
Smoke without fire yet has no smell
The beast abroad but who can tell
A dragon’s breath but has no heat
Of swirling ghosts
A phantoms touch
In tombs I lays
In caves it hides
On autumns heels it follows
From arctic chill its strength it borrows
Within its shroud can evil hide
The stalking thief
The stabbing knife
But yet when the dawning sun arises
The ghosts they flee
The phantoms fade
The leaves and ground are wreathed in silk
A thousand threads
Each one with gems
A million gossamer diamonds
A myriad of spider’s pearls
That glow with growing silver light
And banish fear in to the night
Ethereal.
I love it.
Did you write it?
All my own work. I dabble now and then in poetry, short stories and write terrible electronica and dance music (computer only, lol).
I have written one novel, dragons and wizards stuff and self published it, hell i have even sold a few coipes."
That's brilliant.
You have a talent.
I write too.
Nothing sold yet. |
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