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Enquanto permanecemos deitados sob as estrelas os ursos hibernam e sonham com o dourado mel lembram-se do reluzente sol agitado como um espelho nos seus corpos embalados na melodia das folhas e do vento o rio desliza, corre, parte em cascatas percorre caminhos antigos aberto a novos rumos Aquiescentes sob a Lua formamos um arco pleno a neve aquieta-se, qual manta diáfana sobre a nossa pele cristais revelados em máscaras de cerâmica retêm o calor do verão sob as pestanas não são lágrimas dormentes, são lagos quentes onde mergulhamos desde sempre as estações passam e nós f

they are on the move the Emeralds inside the womb of trees freeing themselves between old branches a new foliage a multitude of greens upon greens precise and precious, such treasuries blossoms, then fruits and seeds a fall of Acorns concealed among the hollyhocks ferns, clovers and morning glories *K MARCH *Y © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

Where the Dragons Nests are Free There was a place on the Highlands... of remote and inhospitable lands where only dragons dared to live because no Man could and yet so... dreams were being born in their nests with the wings of the Mighty Ones rulers of tongue and fire spreading their love above the far clouds the same way that the moonlight poured from the heavens, weeping softly caressing the somber valleys, providing them with green forests and immortal coloured flowers *K MARCH *Y © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

What makes a wolf white? The snow? The light? Its heart, an everlasting glow? Perhaps you wonder, but this is the only truth I know Mystery holds the dark of Night And unfolds to freedom, this soul, a new star in its grow Mystery makes a wolf white! *K MARCH *Y © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

Its manes waved gently in the season's breeze embracing the late Summer, becoming Autumn Dryads whispering... their rain whishing's a mix of white-golden hair and an old scent of petals danced the air turning and turning... faes, seeds and wings enjoying the last warm of Sun and light The first drop came and fell touching its horn and so it began The Fall... trees sung their departing leaves, trapped in a coloured spell Its shook the manes again, paws tapping the ground ready to start racing for the hills *K MARCH *Y © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

**It began with a thought,  a goddess vision,  a mind holding desires of time and space  grasping for the same gold that stars are made of  dust glowing and matter floating  a whisper across dark and light, almost a kiss  a inner glance to death and life, almost a creation**   *K   MARCH   *Y   © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

Winter's tale came with a cloak covering skin a white so pure that even Stars feel compelled to sing crystal jewels keep their gentle, endless falling until a sudden stop above my eyes and breath, duelling against my hair in a silver and red intertwining... What a crown I have, what a queen I'm willing to be... a frost of wind, breaking,            a set of drops glowing in the dawning within the hands of Sun I'm melting water and haze I'm becoming like Love ever changing in this new independent state of green that all these other people call Spring I'm wishing... the pale embrace of winter's tale and its kissing *K MARCH *Y © copy

No, the roses will never grow, there or here, where violets have found their rest among the free grasses and trees thy wolves will not share their tears in this field overwhelmed by Winter's silence, they simply pass me by or stay a while, but I know they don't last... soon they'll leave for the highlands, running away in their nature wild In my mistake I first thought they were always crying to the wind when actually they'll sing the Moon and stars glowing the snow that keep coming relentless, of what Spring might yet, bring as sure as the new born morning, they know that in time; it will come ... one day in my lapses of grief... agai

I was absorbed into the great darkness, I was reduced to nothing, so insignificant and empty, I was stillness, coldness and lonelyness how could I know, no words, no more no light, to glow, no more no memory of thee... All things flows in space dark navigators and stars even bareness and sadness everything changes... nothing stays forever like forever never really is... a catching breath and I that was captive, I was finally free as paper petals filled with poetry *K MARCH *Y © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

she writes her words in ink or dust from butterflies as she dances her fingers around them letting them in the sky, to freely flow in the green hills and fields, to grow escaping onto magic, beating slowly their wings they seem to be golden, but they are not they are far more precious in their glow treasures and secrets that only faes must know *K MARCH *Y © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.