Secret Admirer

I have looked at you before, Many times before. I have looked at you when no one else would know. I have looked at you when I was careful not to show. And I look at you, When you go. I am always thinking of ways to know you.



How I danced through the mist. Elbow high and thickening. My feet barely touched the ground. When I danced through the mist. The world was gleaming after this. Not dark, cold or raining in. Alive, bright and wildly seen. Against the troubles of rising mist. I found me feet and flew right in. A warrior burnt into …

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