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the legend of the white deer..."My granny told me a story when I was a child. She said to me, even her grandmother told her the legend of the white deer in magical nights. The story is several centuries old and yet it finds the way
into the hearts of the human. This story doesn't begin like any stories with "Once upon a time ", but with
A long, long time ago lives a tribe in the heart of a deeply forest. This tribe called himself shadow-dancer". They live in small huts in the boughs of the trees. When they moved hide behind the wildlife, it seemed as if they were dancing with the shadows. The first voice of this tribe had a beautiful young daughter called Alea. Her hair was dark like ebony and fell with slight curls to her shoulder. Her eyes had the colour of the forest. She was the whole pride and joy of Arlen, the head of the tribe.
One day, the hunting time was opened, Arlen presented the hunters a quest. The task had a length of 3 nights and days and began with a full moon. The winner sho
How taste desire?As so often before, I'm sitting in this smoky dive bar, in the pungent stink of beer, sweat and quickies in the bathroom. Sitting at the bar, and drunken men wallowing in her own misery. The music sounds tortured, according to the old jukebox that it is almost impossible to have a conversation. But talks are held here not often. It's like sitting together in silence, there is not really likely to forget the reality. Always the same gray faces, clinging to their drinks exhausted, slumped in her thoughts. Why am I sitting here actually every Friday night? Oh yes ... because of you.
Your eyes sparkle purple in the dark.
The color suits your blonde hair that shimmers silver in the candlelight. And once again I ask myself, from what you are probably dreaming. The calm that glows in your eyes propagates as shallow fog from you to me. Try to see everything and yet they seem oblivious to every life in this area.
Those eyes. A single glance, and they have enchanted me.
Only reason I'm sitting h
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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