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The Wanderer and the White Lady
Contributed by
jerseysue
on
Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 05:27:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
happypoetry
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The wanderer has entered the palace of glass,
And has come across that poor cold lass,
The white lady he kissed , and her emotions he stirred,
For she did not believe that anyone cared,
She had dreamt of this moment, many the time,
And pondered of what she should do,
For the kiss of a wanderer ,had melted her heart.
She was frightened, but happy , renewed,
Will she dare again leave the palace behind,
With the man who had set her soul free,
Or would she hesitate, for fear still holds,
The answer lies in her own destiny,
She ponders alone in her chamber so cold,
While the wanderer waits at the door,
His love is the key, to set her soul free,
She breaks down and falls to the floor,
Why cry she said, my conscience is clear,
He's the man who has been their in my heart,
For he is the one , in who's future I belong,
And today is where it will start,
So they took off that day ,from the palace so cold,
To a life known as heavenly bliss,
For the lady has warmed to the wanderers touch,
For she was blessed with his kiss.
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Re: The Wanderer and the White Lady
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by Lo2681 on
Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 07:00:29 PM AEST
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What abeautiful love story made into poetry. Very beautiful:)
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Re: The Wanderer and the White Lady
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 12th May 2006 @ 11:09:44 AM AEST
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I often use my poetry to write my dreamscript for living my life, and, whadaya know, it manifests itself. Keep the faith, sue. Keep dream scripting. Good work.
wabl
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