Ah ha, so there is a thread. Well might as well sit here and post the anon's I've received for this event, and thank them of course. These two actually must have gone out of their way to remember me....it's really awesome of them both to do that without my having even posted in the anon sub-forum. Means a lot to me that I was remembered.
First one to anon me was, the Bitter Sweet anon, such lovely poetry and yet, as your name would suggest, both sweet and sad. Your words as always speak to my heart, they are not unlike dark chocolate you know? I'm sure we all love you, even though there is a faint bitterness, your still just so sweet....thank you, this note from you really brought me great joy.
Talking excitedly with your fellow Gaians, you never noticed the young woman standing close by. She begins to walk past and suddenly shoves a red box into your hands before rushing off. You stare after her in surprise, only catching a glimpse of her red shirted back and long black and gold hair before she rounds a corner. You rush over and look around, but she has vanished without a trace. You frown and look at the box, finally noticing a note tucked under the white ribbon:
Life is an immense dream. Why toil?
All day long I drowse with wine,
And lie by the post at the front door.
Awakening, I gaze upon the garden trees,
And, hark, a bird is singing among the flowers.
Pray, what season may this be?
Ah, the songster's a mango-bird,
Singing to the passing wind of spring.
I muse and muse myself to sadness,
Once more I pour my wine, and singing aloud,
Await the bright moonrise.
My song is ended--
What troubled my soul? I remember not.
-Bittersweet Anon
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