They all-night-searched
(the parents of that little girl)
while the meadow fired
a map north.
But now in sequence,
there are close ties branding,
and throwing applause.
They found her
(the prophet of elixir),
before a word from the best
seeped overhead
and proclaimed:
"A handshakes a habit
until it's found."
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Author:
3lliS (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 12th, 2017 06:33
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Comments1
Great write
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