Post by *~Awaiting Death~* on Jan 22, 2007 13:08:48 GMT -5
She smiled and whispered lightly:
Twilight Mist
The months and seasons flew by:
2
Let more young be born:
Femme
The heritage that mixed well:
Selle Francais
The stilts that I stand from
16.3hh
The sun and moon painted me:
Chestnut
From the shadows I run:
Light
In my head you see:
Loving. Caring. Stubborn. Forgiving.
From sunrise to twilight:
I will tell you when the time comes.
Twilight Mist
The months and seasons flew by:
2
Let more young be born:
Femme
The heritage that mixed well:
Selle Francais
The stilts that I stand from
16.3hh
The sun and moon painted me:
Chestnut
From the shadows I run:
Light
In my head you see:
Loving. Caring. Stubborn. Forgiving.
From sunrise to twilight:
I will tell you when the time comes.