Spindle 651 Share Posted September 18, 2022 Spoiler The shadows drew longer than light, And in the vastness they lingered, And right came the birthing of life: The Stag came and mingled, In the empty night The Tale of Imré Netzhal Kazimira Othaman Down the thicket isles, The Orchards were in bloom. Here and there among the trees, A girl ran free with glee; Her feet were bare and ruddy, And on the earth they muddied; And in amongst the boughs, She hid from Mother’s eyes. Warm and white her dress shone; A bit of white thistle darting. Then when shadows drew lengthy, And the cold of winter grew, That dress - a flickering light, Brought witches and ghosts to brew. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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