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Over verdant land it flows
Lingering, malefic, is the mist
Nary reaching to her toes
Where upon the bridge she sits
Once a maiden, oh so fair
Now lost, within the stone
No longer golden locks of hair
She is left here, all alone
Dissuading never worked on her
She wouldn’t heed advice
It happened quickly, in a blur
She lost her paradise
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Lovely poem and it made me look closer to the picture again…. Down on the right it looks like there lies a little forgotten fairy or doll.
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That’s what I love most! We all see things so differently! What I wrote about is the stone piece that is on the top left of the bridge. To me it looked like a stone figure.
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I saw that stone too. But for some reason that right side between the stones drew my attention. Such pictures are magical!
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I would think we could find so many other things, if we studied the photo. Yes, magical is exactly how I would describe it! Perfect, Erika!
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Definitely! That is one of those pictures! I love that!
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Gorgeous 🙂
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Thank you so very much, Morgan 🙂
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Dorinda that’s awesome. What lucidity and flow 🙂
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Thank you very much, Aishwarya! I always appreciate your comments!!
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