Caught - in a desultory dreaming -
One begins to catch glimpses of a Gleaming,
That, were it mere light,
Would dazzle our sight,
But instead is the Start of all seeing
Constructive criticism welcomed, but if you say you hate it, tell me why. And keep in mind that I'm a Sensitive Little Girl.
*sniff* *pout*
Okay, I'm nearly six feet tall and I'm 14, so not exactly little, but the "sensitive girl" part still applies.
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