The storm twists and twirls green trees all about
sand and dirt from the mother of earth, swirling and whirling.. A feeling of re-birth
Cold all around you, hazy vision at best..I will contest that your better at your best.
The land of lavendar sky, bright colors paint the pale horizen, with dancing pools of light shining like pins through the clouds.
Bitter cold nights unleash the silver polished moon, Dawn makes her way singing a whole new tune!
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