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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.

<~> 21-Aug-02/12:15 AM
ah, the moment of clarity, arriving too late. as you said, at least it's getting wrapped up. as much as i like a nice drinkie with friends, things have been known to out themselves in the most uncomfortable of ways on those occasions. sigh. so, where're you from, originally?




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