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Shelter (Free verse) by poetandknowit

Twisted trees dance windy rhythms, dead lake below begs for run off, hills to the west capture a storm front. If i stay here longer i will become part mountain, my skin blended from the hunter, movement silenced by the desperate howl of pines battling to know air. Soon snow will again fall.

Jarah 20-Aug-02/11:52 PM
this is kewl its like a frucked up chat room or something.. its keepin me awake and im just waitin for a friend to get online.. oh well.. *sighs* here we go!




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