| Mist surrounds a deep dark moon; Below leaves of innocence lie quiet— shadows revealing untold secrets faded within roots of guilt. Colours turn softly as our world turns itself back. Each moment ticking by transports us slowly to an ice-enchanted place of wonder— barren where none guilty of inhumanity shall reign. All past is void; only ice-aged fields of frozen glass- shall remain. —Michele Cameron Drew |
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