A Late Walk

February 12, 2012
By MontanaPoet21 GOLD, Shepherd, Montana
MontanaPoet21 GOLD, Shepherd, Montana
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Skirting the river road
There were thousands of miles of stars
Scorched like blown-out candle wicks
With quiet eyes
Ancestor demands and memories
Is sadder than any words
And where is ther ehope or deed as fiar
Of a demon in my view
Years of anger flowing down
Shall die and pass away

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