Dewdrops on Thorns

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Thy sweet gift of sorrow

That breaths her emptiness and silence

Like deep harmony into the night

And feelings sleep – while

The moon swings slow across the sky

I am reckless and wander between two world’s

Of shimmering moonbeams and stardust

And the dewdrops in the morning

Breeze trembling and sparkling

On the rosebuds and thorns

Half light, half shadow

Drif on and on through the

Enchanted dark to the

Sweet bitter unenchanted dawn

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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