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by Maple Tree Apr 27, 2015 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The black isles are long corridors, infested deep within a weary traveler's mind. I've remained silent within twisted alleyways and highways. Unspoken adventures to Riven-dale, a nature witches tale of blue waters deep and birch trees a mile high of my creativity. I'm a known soldier of fantasy; it is my destiny to unleash the wild within....
by Dancing Rivers
A wonderful read as usual