White snow is slow coming back
In a world in red and black.
Who would expel hir out here ?
Dark thoughts have taken the place
Overly in the palace.
Why does hir fear to hit mere ?
Ones can't adhere, one is near
Ones felt a chill out of dear
Other seemed a deer too clear
Unasked forces bring together
Unfortunate folks to gather :
In this field filled with many doubts,
Behind the walls - Don't you spot flouts ?
In hir quest of hir life, first has shown blind spirit ;
Whereas second chose wrong - has finished in a split.
What is right and what has made ones shaken ?
Only one written ending had spoken.
Gossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in Fiction
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