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I don't own the Pretender, but I do have to admit… it does capture my imagination at times. I hope it captures yours too.
The Morning After
A tangled web of frost encrusted branches
Reaches gracefully to touch the pre-dawn sky.
The first warming rays of a weak winter sun,
Steal silently over the hill.
And dance along the branches,
Making them sparkle like diamonds.
Or the salty tears in the Ice Queen's steel blue eyes.
Yesterday's angels in the snow…
A mocking reminder that childish dreams are forbidden to her.
A spot of crimson mars the pristine white scene,
He will no longer be the Centre of her world.
-Maestra
1/28/05