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A Quiet Place
By BetaWolfinVA
long towards the morning,
whispers dreaming
whispers falling
moonlight drifting around
the many trees, calling
calling come away
off in the distance, a wolf calls
love of nature, piercing the air
far calling, love of my dreams
from the high places found
dreaming in my mind
i will recover my self
if the fates be kind
but what, if anything, would be lost if not...
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(c)Cameron 12/01/2003
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Copyright MONDAY, DECEMBER 01, 2003 HHMCameron
Published on Sunday, September 30, 2012.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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