Wolf
Apprentice
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
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Post by Wolf on Feb 23, 2004 13:00:54 GMT -5
Mists III
In quiet shores of wind-swept sands
gentle sea and pebbled strands
crystal pools and gentle shells
Shaded glens of fern and pine
sparkling brooks and columbine
hills and folds and peaceful dells
woodland paths of fields and streams
Through these glades sigh my dreams
where my heart forever dwells
...where my heart forever dwells
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, April 24, 1974
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Post by bloodredtears on Feb 24, 2004 1:32:48 GMT -5
another great piece..this line really grabbed me a beautiful line..great job
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Post by SilverEyes on Feb 25, 2004 17:40:35 GMT -5
I love this. It has a wonderful flow and beautiful imagery. I couldn't help but smile reading this.
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