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By Misty Grey Submitted by Whispermist Date: 2001 Aug 21 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.21.17.42.22596]] |
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In the forrests of my life I hear the echoes of his song a banner on the breeze a loving lullabye to someone distant but not me. I'd bind my hair in daisy chains tuck up my skirts and race the forrest paths barefoot before moonrise I'l leap the streams and level the hills if some such one sang for me! Alone and under the moonlight his echo fading as he pursues her I feel no sadness but pray with panting breath "wake up, girl! He's chasing blindly! Sing in reply or lose him!" and smile. If he came this way again alone and unclaimed pity oh pity the stubborn and the proud who's silence lost her all! |