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The Dryad

Evening drawing close
half light playing tricks
a ring of oaks, magic oaks
strong limbs to earth
holding up a stormy sky,
Beams of sunshine
where the copse is thin
lighting up the bark
playing tricks with me,

Who was she
dressed all in gossamer?
Pictures in a poetry book.?
From different worlds;
we could not talk,
although each of earth.
Mine, dreams and myths.
She? More  than dreaming.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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