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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 22-Aug-02/12:19 AM
See, that's the thing, I don't actually feel that way about your poetry. The whole comment wasn't sincere at all, that's what I was trying to say earlier. Either way, all I was trying to say was that I enjoy constructive criticism much more than something just left to put down either me or the poetry. I can take something away from the criticism, but with comments like the ones you left, no one gets anything out of it. Unless it makes you feel good, in which case, would you be so kind as to complain to yourself?




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