| | The raindrops fall Upon our faces. Winds bemoan of foreboding fates Gather in the Faerie ring; In dampened spirits we sing The trees, they whisper Among themselves Joining the chorus chant Voices merge, gently flow A majestic crescendo ---------------------------- Rach |
| | Posted 10/2/2007 8:49 AM - 45 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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