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Softly spoken, beauty’s gift
A star-cross’d child of the moon
Skin as pale as spider’s silk
And silver lips that bring the night
Blessed sight, voice of ice
Deadly notes pierce like steel
Melting inside the heart
Only to warm the very soul
Sylph of sleeping hours
Mistress of my dreams
She dances lightly, breath-like
Stirring dust long since settled
Through the wild woods,
Thorns adorn her being
Both close enough to touch
And too far to be seen
A star-cross’d child of the moon
Skin as pale as spider’s silk
And silver lips that bring the night
Blessed sight, voice of ice
Deadly notes pierce like steel
Melting inside the heart
Only to warm the very soul
Sylph of sleeping hours
Mistress of my dreams
She dances lightly, breath-like
Stirring dust long since settled
Through the wild woods,
Thorns adorn her being
Both close enough to touch
And too far to be seen
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Somthing quick to upload. Yup. I'm still here and kicking, everyone. I wrote this at work the other day. Now that I'm working, I have less and less time to do that which I love. So deal with it
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Some lovely poems you have here.. thay're so gentle and refreshing and fairytale-like... I like that!