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| Nantahala Whispers by � nantahala_whispers Virgin hemlocks line Appalachian trail Gorges and waterfalls weave a tale As you lull to their beating drums at night A forest lullaby by full moonlight... 'Neath tree sanctuary here Old as Time. Where beast and bird make lyrical rhyme That filters in midst blanketing mists... A magic no man could yet resist- Once you feel the lands of the midday sun. A hallowed ground surpassed by none. ~Respectful of all living things on Mother Earth... ~nantahala whispers |
