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The willow and the moss.
Suddenly,
in stasis, like her stream.
It is still, it is still.
With wings of freedom upon her back,
she cast those eye's upon her velvet prize.
Up.
Crashing down and leaping back,
she crossed the void.
And then,
the end?
The bloated sky burst forth,
bound by wind and rain around.
Yet now,
with heat and warmth, Embrace!
The star of the day will save the quest.
The ice and rain,
now haze and steam,
subsided!
Reveals her stream again
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Posted by gilbertseyes on 2008-03-16 06:54:27 | Rating: | Views: 50
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