Misty morning walk,
A stranger approaches slow,
The unknown now known.
He, a Russian Prince,
She, a green-eyed serf girl,
Eyes meet, fate is sealed.
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Mirela (
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Beautiful
thank you antra.coree
A fairy tale in poetic form short and love at first sight where prejudice is cut by love's knife. Well written
thank you sorenbarrett! I've got this idea to write about old Russian nobility
You are most welcome
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