Ceridwen, Llarles y Ffynnon, or Lady of the Fountain
where you begin to make illuminatethat fateful point that caress'd my fate
does move my making, my being whole
a sweet swan-song that sings the soul
as your light benign right through me fades
across silver streams and moonlit glades
i pray to you, my rising star of halo bliss
that you grant me dreams with one last kiss
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-01-18 at 22:47
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