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Friday, September 28, 2012


When she was created, the earth was made for her to walk upon.
It offered grass to soften her steps, and flowers to bow before her.
The water came as rain to keep the earth from turning to stone
And show her how tears would keep her heart from hardening.
The wind appeared to dry her tears and part as she journeyed forth
And whispered through her hair into the placed she had been.
The fire grew in her heart and she burned as bright as the sun
And every man that looked upon her felt the burn of passion.

© Sept 28, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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