Thursday, March 21, 2013

Tears Filled with Sunlight


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
There was no joy within her heart,
And so the Dryad wept,
Each tear drop that fell from her eyes
The Dryad caught and kept.
Then, when she had enough of them,
She filled them up with light
And hung them all about her wood
To make her spirits bright.

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