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poem4

May 22, 2013
By bikerboy BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
bikerboy BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
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I listen, and the mountain lakes

hear snowflakes come on those winter wings

only the owls are awake to see,

their radar gaze and furred ears
alert. In that stillness a meaning shake



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