Stephanie King Biography

Cold as ice you snuck away;
I wondered what you really felt,
And waited through the altered days,
To see if one day you would melt.
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It happened too long ago
Though it seems like yesterday
I still remember it clearly
It was a warm autumn day
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In my innocence I descend,
Into a naïve dream of the past;
Reliving those precious moments,
That seemed to diminish, so fast.
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Mountains possess the honour of being
A stage for the shadows to dance on it;
As birds call their mates and start a-fleeing
All plants wilt to the fast-fading red split.
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