The Bright PlaceA Story by SarahfennaThe air is cold here, frozen here, dark here depressing here without any stars to pave a path of brilliance and bring the crystal ice to life
I dream sweetly softly, futiley, of The Bright Place
Where the river is a mile wide and the water, oh the rive water laps the banks in great waves the mountains are tall sprawling, ever growing
Let me dream Of the Bright Place
There is a house, with one hundred rooms that rises out of the river and it's walls are glass and time will never go too fast In the Bright Place.
This world is light and calm with the smell of lavendar on the wind this world is warm and gentle and it rains when i request it it knows me, yet i am a stranger it nurtures me, and there is never danger
In the Bright Place © 2010 Sarahfenna |
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Added on January 9, 2010 Last Updated on January 9, 2010 Author
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