Enchanted Forest
Swirling black dress
Shimmering skies
Soft white light
Moon gleems in glee
The brown eyed maiden
Knotted hair flowing
Like a river cascading
Twirling like a disc
Sweet fragrant air
Caressing her face
Deep Crimson, wild
Flowers etched in the dark
Soft feet, soft step
Whispers heard in the void
Shinning stars on the satin black
of the dress. Images come,
Images fade. Eyes closed
I become that girl
Wild, free and on her own.
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