Wolf
Apprentice
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Posts: 124
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Dawn
Feb 21, 2004 1:06:31 GMT -5
Post by Wolf on Feb 21, 2004 1:06:31 GMT -5
Dawn
My soul soars skyward, higher, ever higher,
through misty clouds `till the earth
is but a dim, dim memory
and the stars,
the wondrous stars call to me,
beckoning me to new worlds,
faery worlds,
where centaur and pan
converse with immortal poets,
where unicorn and leprechaun play
amongst rainbowed flowers
and the winds
are paeans
of love...
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, March 21, 1973
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amberputis
Virtuoso
~Dreams are determined by our hearts, and our dreams design the future~
Posts: 330
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Dawn
Feb 21, 2004 1:11:13 GMT -5
Post by amberputis on Feb 21, 2004 1:11:13 GMT -5
nice descriptions here  |
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Dawn
Feb 21, 2004 4:08:06 GMT -5
Post by bloodredtears on Feb 21, 2004 4:08:06 GMT -5
this is a lovely poem...it's a very lovely thought..to be soaring through clouds...great job!
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Dawn
Feb 21, 2004 23:30:53 GMT -5
Post by SilverEyes on Feb 21, 2004 23:30:53 GMT -5
I love the imagery here and the journey into fantasy. Nice write.
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Dawn
Feb 24, 2004 14:44:07 GMT -5
Post by John Barnett on Feb 24, 2004 14:44:07 GMT -5
This is again great.
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