

Sherbet and LaceSherbet and LaceSherbet and Lace
I shant! Prologue
Cassandra could not laugh. She could not even smile as they passed the little glen full of bluebells and Daisies, she felt sure that the Fairies must be hiding, for she could not feel happy at the beauty. It didn’t reach her as it once did, and she feared, being a precocious child of seven, that it never would again.
Cassandra wanted to cry, but she could not. She felt certain the buxom woman sitting across from her in the coach would surely bite her head off if she did. The woman was her Aunt Amelia, but she told Cassandra she must never call her that. &n


Firestar FirestarFirestar
She sees faeries dancing in street lights
Gossamer and golden hued
And she, She dances with them
twirls and spins
Like spangled star-banners strewn upon the midnight sky
Fire-star visions that burn ever brighter
Lace wings can’t fly, mad little bird
But she flies still, not knowing, not believing
Held aloft by airy dreams
Ghostly ships captained by sea-strong winds
And she’s burning now &nbs


An Artist of TearsAn Artist of TearsAn Artist of Tears
You are an artist. An artist whose canvas I am, Stretched taut and painful Over the frame of your world. And you paint with colored emotions And you paint with silent tears You paint with a maudlin intensity That brings out the maudlin in me.
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i don't know what i've been diving into
Bxx
luv,
B.
Great work in your gallery by the way!! keep it up!!
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As the steel resounds in the forge, so do the echos of our lives in the souls of those we love (phillip daniels, jan/13/2004 5:53)
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