|the lady of the mountain (standard:poetry, 108 words)|
|Author: poetrydiva||Added: Feb 01 2003||Views/Reads: 1849/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
beautiful is She who sits in the meadows with flowers in Her hair. caring not the sky turns grey. She is radiant and wonderful with a dress that flows like wings. and hair as fine and golden as the golden fleece. She is to every man an entity glowing in the night, Her gay laughter fills the very core of the mountain on which She sits. with eyes the color of the moon and as deep as the depths of the oceans. She follows no one, those who follow Her love Her like no other. She is the Godess. She is Mother Nature. She is The Fairy Queen. Tweet
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