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 26, 2004 0:46:44 GMT -5
Nightwinds
Cold stars,
lonely road--
traveling on with nightwinds...
keening cry echoing down misty mountains,
wailing lost soul in lonely canyons
calling my name, calling my name...
Nightwinds sighing under silver moon,
slipping down snowy peaks
silent under weeping stars,
crying my name, crying my name...
Road goes on forever--
winding through desolate mountains,
following the lonesome sigh
of the nightwinds...
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, June 2, 1975
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Post by bloodredtears on Feb 26, 2004 11:32:35 GMT -5
beautiful imagery...much enjoyed it...great job!
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Post by SilverEyes on Feb 26, 2004 21:01:37 GMT -5
I agree, beautiful imagery. Poignant as well.
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