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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.

prophet713 21-Aug-02/1:43 PM
Yes, I am the one who left that "little love ditty", but the point of it obviously went way over your head. It wasn't karma. It was me trying to show you just how stupid it was to leave a comment like the one you left me. Obviously, my means were far too complicated. Do me a favor. In fact, do yourself a favor. Don't come back and comment on my shitty, not-so-cool poetry anymore unless you have something constructive to say. This site wasn't created as a means to put other people down. Thank you, and hopefully we never have to speak to each other again.




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