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The Hostler's Daughter

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The Hostler's Daughter

Lassie, pretty, invincible pleasure
The pride of a skilled crafter!
There lived on the landscapes a farrier,
By the ruins of Ottoman Empire.
His daughter, heaven's courtier!
A professional innkeeper;
Sometimes serving the Royal Jester;
Sometimes guardian of her.
That pleasant horizon for a dreamer,
That they sacrifice in the frontier
Of love, appeal and offence everywhere!
Where lassie's fragrance pioneer,
Torturing forlorns by means unfair!
Those clouds might dare
To split into colors of her;
But had never!
All that crawls on land and those travels in air,
And invisible hands are her tributer!
The fireflies suffer
Whilst she trespass the heart of winter,
Alone into those woods frozen by the touch of her;
Soft, legs of benevolent fur!
Lassie,the alluring chapter
Of course the forlorn's desire!.....

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 7/21/2017 9:18:00 AM
nice one enjoyed reading it.
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The Forlorn
Date: 7/29/2017 8:06:00 AM
Thank you dear. This would surely encourage a miser like me. God bless you.
Date: 7/20/2017 5:21:00 AM
well written, interesting topic..
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Date: 7/29/2017 8:07:00 AM
Thanks dear Silent One. Inspirations are the only hope :) . God bless you.