Posts: 32
From: Somerset, England, UK
Registered: Jan 2007

posted January 17, 2007 03:42 AM         

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A cold searing wind tears across the heathered moors
Singing its lonely lament.
It calls out, whipping up all which might obstruct the
Cries;
But nothing can except for the closed ears of man.
Rock formations radiate deep melodies
While the earth itself seems to stir beneath them.
Clouds weep down heavy tears in sympathy for our chosen
Deafness;
As the grass chitters rhythmically why? why? why?
Once we all knew the songs of the trees and the hills.
The whole earth is alive;
Its begs for us to join.

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Posts: 8192
From: former land of the leprechaun
Registered: Sep 2004

posted January 20, 2007 01:55 PM         

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L o v e l y

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