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Aug 10, 2008
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The Lotus Eaters and The Cloud People
The Lotus Eaters and The Cloud People
In the olden days, when stories were handed down
from mouth to ear and ear to mouth
there lived the Lotus Eaters,
they were a beautiful and proud people,
living off the land
in harmony with the Azure Sea and Sepia Earth,
and this is the way it was
for a very very long time
to the north, even longer than before,
the Cloud People lived surrounded in mystery,
they were spoken about
in hushed tones, they were rarely seen,
for a mist always seemed to precede
their arrival, no one knew how high into
the clouds they lived, no know knew
if they lived in fear,
for the Lotus Eaters
were fearful of heights,
and so one day,
and no one knows how it happened so,
no one knows why,
a small girl-child ate of the Lotus
of Special Powers, no one knew that on that exact
same hour, a child of the Clouds walked through his own
mist for it had never happened before,
and from that day forth
the Lotus Eaters and the Cloud People
met in the
Festival of Lights,
their days were numbered and so their saga ended
and even unto this day, this very same day,
nothing remains but the Lotus Flower,
and the sea of its birth.
In the olden days, when stories were handed down
from mouth to ear and ear to mouth
there lived the Lotus Eaters,
they were a beautiful and proud people,
living off the land
in harmony with the Azure Sea and Sepia Earth,
and this is the way it was
for a very very long time
to the north, even longer than before,
the Cloud People lived surrounded in mystery,
they were spoken about
in hushed tones, they were rarely seen,
for a mist always seemed to precede
their arrival, no one knew how high into
the clouds they lived, no know knew
if they lived in fear,
for the Lotus Eaters
were fearful of heights,
and so one day,
and no one knows how it happened so,
no one knows why,
a small girl-child ate of the Lotus
of Special Powers, no one knew that on that exact
same hour, a child of the Clouds walked through his own
mist for it had never happened before,
and from that day forth
the Lotus Eaters and the Cloud People
met in the
Festival of Lights,
their days were numbered and so their saga ended
and even unto this day, this very same day,
nothing remains but the Lotus Flower,
and the sea of its birth.
— Kailashana, Aug 10, 2008
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Critiques
Mark
17 years 10 months ago
Very pleasing a fine story
Kailashana
17 years 10 months ago
Thanks Mark. you’re a
Kailashana
17 years 10 months ago
p.s. no-one KNOWS
themoonman
17 years 10 months ago
Hi Anna...
Kailashana
17 years 10 months ago
Hi moon-man (i like calling
RSScheerer
17 years 10 months ago
Anna
Kailashana
17 years 10 months ago
thanks Ronda,awwww come on,
Janice Pearce
17 years 10 months ago
~A
Kailashana
17 years 10 months ago
Merci, la belle Janice.
themoonman
17 years 10 months ago
smiling...
weirdelf
17 years 10 months ago
what you call the lotus eaters
Kailashana
17 years 10 months ago
Yep. (do you see dead
Arrow
16 years 12 months ago
Hypnotic.
Kailashana
16 years 12 months ago
Thanks for reading Arrow;