Dollieh Sanctuary

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Tarry not, dear Monarch
The cold of winter nears
You were meant to carry on the cycle of the years.



Born to fly, dear Monarch,
As well you know you should
Go to lay amidst the others on the wintering wood.

Yay! another poem! Lovely. Also, I love the way the light plays on that orange fabric.

Ooh, pretty...

*makes grabby hands*

Very nice. I love good photography and good poetry!

Thanks E-Beth! I'm glad you think my photography is good

Lamia, I needed some grabby hands...she fell over a lot. Thanks!

Thanks Yarwel! That orange fabric is a scarf. My neighbor gave me a handful of scarves the other day, and the first thing I did with them was to put one on a doll...but she knew I'd do that when she gave them to me