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Softness
Whispered words melt,
passing by, the thoughts
inside tumble
as you smile
Strands of hair part
as ears strains
to listen
Softly passing by,
they fall to your toes,
scattered, whispered words.
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Warrior’s lament
I hear tomtom calling
Dark forest echoes
I feel drums beating through tall grass
On crest a signal fire
Warns great danger
Ride away to spirits pointing
I see a totem gesture
Signs pathways ending
I hear Grandfathers
From herds up in the sky
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Wendy
What are you looking for
little gray squirrel
How many nuts
can there be
in Chicago
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2007-12-05
06:55:27
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11 answers
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asked by
Anonymous
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
Yes C...these a re-runs, mostly. Since I got suspendered, I've been reposting them. Look, I've got a whole new bunch of fans. They haven't seen my dark side, yet...
2007-12-05
09:58:34 ·
update #1