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solitare as a snowflake falling before it finds melt, shower of crystaline callings of all the sirens felt. interrupted rain by break of sun, while sowing up the field isolated pain of dreams undone, the spring put to yield. tangles along ankles frustration's fruit, labrynth abandoned and mangled, as driftwood's root. sunsets left for granted dawn hardly seen, princes disenchanted like the cold winter brings. no stone upon stone desolations of solid surety, where mammoths go unknown even beneath the sea. When I look into your wishing wells none of these exist, nor hell's cranking bells not even the dank lost wilderness. as a childhood wonder I only see a place that once I had known, amongst playmates, a land conjured from hence I have grown. a hallow so secret that not even my laugh can betray. I smile inside, and you'd never recognize it nor in any word I say. But yes this is how I see those gems set so in your face, a dance of daffodils and pansies, a perfect and undisturbed place. ~~by W.K. Blackburn |
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this site under construction 3/99 please goto my SPIRITREE~ONESPIRIT~MISSION FOR MANKIND~ page @ http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Atrium/7128/spiritree.html it has not been linked yet. OR email @ reignbow@hotmail.com You can help your self and others work, eat, and BE. Namaste, Wendy |