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It appeared out of the mist
The massive griffins guarding
like gate keepers.
The ravens flew through the mystical clouds
But nothing come out, it was contained
behind the wrought iron fence.
It appeared out of the mist
beckoning for me to come within.
(c)2010 Kimber Michaela
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I’m a big fan of ravens 🐦⬛…I love this! 🖤
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