Pens dipped in amber dreams
Etched deep those forgotten realms
The orchards grew warm so soon
And life took on a different hue
Standing on the steps I hear
A whispered tune from ages past
The ground shook beneath my feet
Through worlds I traverse now.
~ Karen Xavier
Etched deep those forgotten realms
The orchards grew warm so soon
And life took on a different hue
Standing on the steps I hear
A whispered tune from ages past
The ground shook beneath my feet
Through worlds I traverse now.
~ Karen Xavier
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