

Agony of a Stepmother WrongedYou cannot blame me, alone, for my deeds Though perhaps what I did was not right. My tears well up, in bitter beads.Agony of a Stepmother Wronged
I was alone, garbed in widows weeds, Each day seemed to me as darkest night. You cannot blame me, alone, for my deeds.
Her portrayal in history oft misleads, She was not kind, she lived to spite. My tears well up, in bitter beads.
Do I let her take all I had left, do I concede Everything to her, that spoilt Snow White? You cannot blame me, alone, for my deeds.
I almost killed her, for that my heart bleeds, But I could


For Love of the First SnowThe snow fell, The first real snow of the year. It fell violently, whipped by the Wind, thrusted to the ground, Needed by the trembling earth, Wanted by the the roaring wind. The snow was thrown down againstFor Love of the First Snow
It's will, but soon found solace, Upon the earth, and it collapsed, Collapsed there gently, exhausted. The snow slowly melts,
Giving it's moisture back, To the gentle earth, As the wind strokes it's surface.
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A hótule asinye i meneltannar tirien. Mano mardenna?
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A hótule asinye i meneltannar tirien. Mano mardenna?
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A hótule asinye i meneltannar tirien. Mano mardenna?
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