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 Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 12:10 pm
The glare of snow-capped mountains,
Basking in the approaching twilight,
The endless drifting of the soft cold,
The sky a grey yet warming space.
Lost upon the mountain's spine,
The wind whipping up snowy powder,
Coat rugged yet beautiful,
A cry that could peirce the soul.
Slowly, slowly, desperately crawling,
The night spirit pouncing on her back,
The wolven mother, alone and weary,
And only the new day for hope.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 2:16 pm
hmmm It's a very gripping, very beautiful poem. Did you write it?
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 8:58 am
Yeah... I fancy myself more as an author, but I find that poetry can be quite relaxing and enjoyable too.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 9:46 am
I love nature writes. I am inspired most by the outdoors and my Mother Earth. This was beautiful and very vivid. Only thing I saw wrong was the misspelling of the word pierce, in your second stanza. I am guilty myself of making spelling errors and punctation errors. (never hesitate to let me know wink ) I'm enjoying your poetry this morning. Thank you.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 5:29 pm
It was very good and I really liked it. I will get some of my poetry up here soon.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 10:28 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 4:06 pm
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