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The Mystic Journey To Avalon
written by Sugar Free09:48 PM 4/12/04The cool mist from the lake glistens on your face
It is not warm nor cold here
it is just right
My eyes are burned by the golden tops of buildings and people
Every one glows an eerie light as they pass you by
A light fog sweeps by your feet as you step on the transparent cobblestone path
There is not night or day here
There only is the slight moment where the sun takes its fist glance at the world
the pink light is a blinding beauty to the naked eye
Spring flowers are frozen in mid bloom shouting with perfection
Butterflies are born without living as worms
Not a cloud or a shadow damns this world with darkness
The place before you hold the title of The Great Avalon
It seems almost perfect in everyway
A faerie tale version of the place your dreams could only take you
The only downfall this marvelous place holds
Once you come here you may never return
Reality is stolen and remains a glimpse of the past |
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