The trees stand tall and stately, surveying their domain. The first to glimpse the sunrise, the first to feel the rain.
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Monday, April 4, 2011
The Willow Nymph
In the midst of an enchanted, crystal forest lies my soul, beneath a weeping willow tree.
The Forest Nymph
A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder, that is the most I can boast to have seen. Then all is lost as the shadows enfold her, forest glades making a screen of their green.
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