If I Could Be Anything I Would Be...

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Howling winter wind blowing across a frozen dessert
The large lake as blue as the night ski,
Hidden in the mountain valley
Soft creamy yellow

A candle lighting the dark house,
Wax dripping to the floor, drip drop drip
A snowy white owl hunting in the stormy night
The brick red trunk and forest green leaves of a red wood
The low, mournful sound of a cellist soloing in an empty concert hall





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Cozy H. said...
Mar. 26, 2010 at 10:27 am
I can feel the emotion!!  
 
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