Married is our WorldA Poem by Zan
Mist rising from the grass
leaves, like emeralds, green the sky a bluebird's wing, the sun its golden ring. For married is our world to the moon so milky white daughter of the stars and bearer of the night.
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Added on August 30, 2013 Last Updated on August 30, 2013 AuthorZanLondon, Ontario, CanadaAbout*** first - business: i'm currently looking for a critique partner for two novels - if anyone has any work to exchange that would be greatly appreciated **** What can I say that's any different tha.. more..Writing
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