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| Untitled Poem by � teachesoftheheart The winter winds blows slowly as it caress the snow covered evergreen trees. The lonely song of the whippoorwill sings in to the darkness of the night, endless calling for its mate. The cries of the wolf echoes in the distants hills crying of it loneliness as it sings to the new born moon. The moon shines it silver enchantment upon the newly fallen snow. The moonlight dances upon the snow covered hills. Like tiny faries sprending joys of the dance. We walk into a new born world. Where our souls sing with the winter winds. Felling it play upon our hearts. We too, can tell the endless calling echoing in our souls. As our souls weep at the sound. For we are to looking for our mates. Someone to love and to care for. To share the wonders of our hearts, To touch another soul as we dance with the winter wind. |
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