| Subject: ~~golden feimmina appears over the horizon, in perfect line with the setting sun~~ |
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Date Posted: 18:24:22 05/09/01 Wed
Author Host/IP: xtreme9-43.aci.on.ca/209.50.83.43
~~yet within this faere tale setting, a battle is going on inside the figure. Tear-stained face is turned away from you, ashamed of the river of sadness that flows freely down her delicate face. Twin pools of sadness gaze about the lands, and she doth not speak to anyone. A melodious note reaches your ears, and you follow it to the source. Saddened creature that does ont speak sings her feelings~~ I wish I were on yonder hill to stare, sit and I'd cry my tears, till everyday would turn anew, iska jave tomu sorn nijon. I'll sell my spirit, I'd sell my soul and buy my love back again, iska jave tomu sorn nijon. I wish, I wish, I wish in vain. I wish I had my heart again, and vainly think I'd not complain, iska jave tomu sorn nijon. ~~the ballad ends, and leaves you with a terrible feeling of sorrow. Although partly in a different tongue, it touches you like one that was spoken in your own. Standing, the mare cries no more, having no more tears to cry, but meerly watches the sun set~~
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Age: 5 yrs
Breed: Palamino
Color: Golden with a bit of white
Personality: Brave yet reserved...somehting terrible makes her this way.
History: She was hurt badly...and may learn to trust again...if treated right. ALso comes from Ireland.
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