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Wed 15 Dec, 2004 03:58 pm
Whispers reach
finding that faith
where those greetings
of nature
find solice
within an echo,
Horizons
met,
Yet within a resurrection
silence speaks
that language of trees
where a breeze
whispers
in the cool
of the afternoon
vows met
in nature
where in a dream
dawn begins
waiting for the rise
of the
full moon.
Dec. 14, 2004
I really like this piece. Solid writing, good imagery. Keep posting! Great title also.
Nice, simple, and flowing. Impressive.