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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.

Caducus 2-Apr-03/5:43 AM
PAKI, just reading these comments does it not say something to you? I do like this poem and I'm on record saying it but I think your comments piss people off to extremes. You wont change and neither will I, but we're a pair of fools arguing, it can all be avoided from my part not reacting and your part being a wanker in the way you comment. We both couldn't give a shit about each other at the end of the day but you still read my poems for reasons only you know, I can only read yours once I know you've dropped down from the high horse. So whatdowedo?




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